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Данный аккаунт принадлежит настоящей базе, отцу демократии, праваку, классике по Позднякову, владелец аккаунта - Шлёпа с квадратной челюстью и большой бородой.:madhunter:
The truth goes unspoken
I’ve even forgotten my name
I don’t know the season
Or what is the reason
I’m standing here holding my blade
A desolate place
Without any trace
It’s only the cold wind I feel
It’s me that I spite
As I stand up and fight
The only thing I know for real
There will be blood-shed
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one left
Will ride upon the dragon’s back
Because the mountains don’t give back what they take
Oh no
There will be blood-shed
It’s the only thing I’ve ever known
Losing my identity
Wondering have I gone insane
To find the truth in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And never realizing why I fight
Here I stand beneath the warm and soothing rain
The droplets falling gently down on the terrain
Wash away the sorrow all the stains of time
In the mud and sinking deeper
Into a peaceful life
And it will come like a flood of pain
Pouring down on me
And it will not let up
Until the end is here
And it will come through the darkest day
In my final hour
And it will never rest until the clouds are clear
Until it finds my dreams have disappeared
My dreams disappear
You were just like me.
Trying to make history.
But who's to judge the right from wrong
When our guard is down I think we'll both agree
That violence breeds violence
But in the end it has to be this way
I've cut my own path
You've followed your wrath
But maybe we're both the same
The world has turned
And so many have burned
But nobody is to blame
I'm staring across this barren wasted land
I feel new life will be born
Beneath the blood stained sand
Beneath the blood stained sand
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