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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Holy Waters”

• Growing from the fields of fire Crawling in the mud of lies Faceless and forlorn they'll stab the eye See the grain of pain and sorrow Rising in their feeble minds Closer to the edge they'll burn the sky It's coming home It's coming home Darkness won't illuminate If you close your eyes Step outside the shadow And getting' your gun, getting' your gun, getting your Drown in holy waters Make sure you don't taste your blood 'til the evil turns the night To a nightmare you can't hide Seed of anger rise Your hopes and fears United by the sea of holy waters Suffering, pain and purgatory Hell awaits with mighty hands Grab inside the wound that cannot heal Where the mankind stays indifferent Stained with blood of those who cared Blinded by their fate they make us kneel It's coming home It's coming home It's coming home It's coming home

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