Текст песни
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind
But as for me, alas, I may no more
The vain travail hath wearied my core
I am of them that farthest cometh behind
Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
Draw from the deer, but as she death before
Fainting I follow I leave kind firelord
Since in a net I seek to hold the hole
This is my realityглаза залиты кровью
My dead mentalityбудет только горько
You are my propertyкричу во сне
Can't set you free improperlyпросыпаюсь во тьме
КРОВЬ И ОГОНЬ
ПОДÁРЯТ ВАМ БОЛЬ!
Whoso list her hunt, I put him out of doubt
As well as I, may spend his time in vain
And graven with diamonds in letters plain
There is written, her fair neck round about
“Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame
This is my realityглаза залиты кровью
My dead mentalityбудет только горько
You are my propertyкричу во сне
Can't set you free improperlyпросыпаюсь во тьме
Blood and blood again
No mercy, no sobriety
КРОВЬ И ОГОНЬ
ПОДÁРЯТ ВАМ БОЛЬ!
This is my reality
