Betraying The Martyrs - Martyrs скачать mp3

Wash this blood from my hands Today was the day that i slain a main,his name was love and i loved him more than anything. Forgive me father for i have sinned, forgive me my lost love, for i will never forgive myself. My mind is both plagued and blessed by thoughts of your death, I rid myself of this possession my selfish sword of which i cut you with cut you deep cut you down Love Lost, you find that one, and you'll lose it all not for a night of fun, but a night of regret now watch her run, watch her run I KNOW I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF,MY LOVE,MY LIFE,IS LOST FOREVER. I constructed a path for you to walk away, built by hands of a lie with bricks of shame,since the first one was layed there was no turning back, a construction of destruction, i am my own demise. I AM MY OWN DEMISE . Today was the day that i slain a main, he was my heart, i have killed.Wash this blood from my hands.There was never an option, i received what i deserved !