Текст песни Through the eyes of the dead - Two Inches from a Main Artery

Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face now she is imprisoned in a land not for the weakened heart a land filled with miles of fire and the lamb dine on the priest
you can't save her

62 reasons to remember my face

this is my idea of beauty laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise an indelicate display of lacerations across her body this is my idea of beauty
you cant' save her