Betraying The Martyrs - Love - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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 !