Funeral Diner Two Houses Letras:
The soft feet stepping, the blades sharpened and
the regard for life wasted away to nothing. As
only one rule is kept in mind (with the heart
detached from anything worth feeling). And then
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the fire and the death, as callous hands stop
callous hearts, and even the memory is erased with
the fading of the light. The tower is lit again
(like a funeral pyre) and the silent motives
dissappear into the all encompassing shadows.
Without a trace, without a memory. How could we
free anyone when we can't save ourselves.
Letras: Two Houses Funeral Diner [final]