Song: Cezare Borja
True to my blade of Toledo steel -
As a cold beam from a blind moon;
Angels answers bear tired
In the silence of the night, their steps are heard.
The angels are on Church boards,
Frown in disgust to my prayers,
But to pray better can not
A bad servant of the Lord Cesare Borgia.
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MegaMozg 14-02-2018 / 23:05
From stories dirty I do not wash:
My sister's husband is home and fratricide...
Everything is not stolen fate-slut -
This is the right sword, but the former glory.
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MegaMozg 14-02-2018 / 23:04
In the past I has won a lot -
Tuscany proud head bowed;
The sun was Golden under the blue sky
My day yesterday, well, what now?
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MegaMozg 14-02-2018 / 23:03
Night goes to heaven in the incense smoke,
Angels from God are the answer.
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MegaMozg 14-02-2018 / 23:02
The saints from the wrath of darken face:
"How dare you, sinner, to come here?!
Satan lived, Satan will die -
That's fun, even if the Pater remembers!"
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MegaMozg 14-02-2018 / 22:13
Again the ring steps on the Church plates
Whether to be I alive or be killed?
The candles the shadow of my deeds,
Not worthy of prayer and repentance.
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MegaMozg 14-02-2018 / 22:12
