Lời bài hát: Tiamat. Amanethes. Lucienne.

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Dead angels are our friends
May the demons smile again
And may our virtue be superior

Judge and jury, who's to blame
And in the end it's all the same
Rusty ruins with gold exterior

Like quivers hung from clods of grey
You're getting yourself in our way
I turn the other cheek another day