night Chilled to the bone tongue sears my flesh And your lies breed vicious betrayal Stumble to the ground still she knows me best And her lies breed vicious betrayal
and salted rain that falls on my lips I pray to God I'll not stumble again, and I woke in chains these shackles tear my flesh and blood that flows from
Preklad: Celá tá pozostatky. Vicious Zrada.