В колонках играет - The 3rd And The Mortal - Sorrow
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The pain in my heart seems like piece of a steel
Grey threads of a rain sew earth to the sky
My thoughts are so bitter, they cannot be real
I can't live through it, and it makes me cry

I'm looking for death, but just from your hand
I want crimson blood to spread on your feet
Your thin trembling fingers will color in red
Your tears will burn my calm soul, while I'll bleed

Oh, please, kill me tender, as only you can
I'll part in your arms, when you'll give me a kiss
The cold silver star then will drown in my eyes
So, close them, and murmur: "My dear, rest in peace"