Текст песни Taste of Our Flames (Two Lone Swordsmen) с переводом

Those who are left at the end

Would have won with desire

The kind that destroys as it grows

As you walk in the fire

Those who last right to the end

Would have got there by lust

The kind that consumes, never slows

As you crawl in the dust

To love with a light in your eyes

Is to feel in the dark

Directions are harder to take

Every time that we ask

Love with a white piercing beam

Is to move from the black

Direction that renders us weak

Every time we attack

We who are left at the death

Will be under a spell

One that cost victims their minds

With a brief glimpse of hell

We who were right all along

Will then read out your names

Those who stole secrets will pay

With a taste of our flames

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