Diacritic

My empty eyes watching that price

It's in my hands our common life

Belongs this knife

All sinfull things that we admired

They comprehend the lymph for all next days

We'll spent till we will die

Recall that face, look cold, you know

Now you can't be in good time, low

Follow my steps to our hide-out

If i shall save you for all of our time

I wouldn't dare but you show me how

We're instant case, our mutual void

Too late to care

What's grown in me, i do deny

Designedly deceived you, set traps on your road

And you will die

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