Текст песни Burning Ink And Brushes

Save your prayers for them soaked tonight I fold
when warm blood turns to cold alone you stole
but what I never told,
broke my hands again,Silence The Epilogue - Burning Ink And Brushes - http://ru.motolyrics.com/silence-the-epilogue/burning-ink-and-brushes-lyrics.html
gold was the price of death.
Hold your thoughts inside protected from greed.
Show me the way home.