THE BLACK ANGEL'S DEATH SONG | Şarkı Sözleri ve Çevirisi (tıklatınca)

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Myriad choice of his fate

Set themselves out upon a plate

For him to choose

What had he to lose?

Not a ghost bloodied country

All covered with sleep

Where the Black Angel did weep

Not an old city street in the east

Gone to choose

And wandering's brother

Walked on through the night

With his hair in his face

On a long splintered cut from the knife

Of GT

The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn

Until we said so long

To his skull

Shrill yell

Shining brightly red rimmed and

Red lined with the time

Infused with the choice of the mind

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