The Revenge Of An Fallen Angel (Pomsta Padlého Anděla)

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* The Revenge Of An Fallen Angel *
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The last feather in my hand...
The suffering which I couldn't stand...
My tears and blood all around...
My scream sounded deep underground...

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Turned me down for what I'd needed.
My broken heart, I couldn't heal it!
A cursed soul for what I'd desired.
My rage and hate will be never tired!

Hear my whisper breaking the silence.
Soon I will come and ask you to dance.
The dance of passion, the touch of lust;
I will turn your white wings into dust!

I will spend this night with you, my dear.
There's no escape and no time to fear.
I wish for your innocence and heart.
Dust of your wings, I'lll blast it apart.

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The last feather in your hand...
The suffering which you couldn't stand...
Your tears and blood all around...
Your screaming sounded deep underground...

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feather - pírko
suffering - bolest, utrpení, muka
tears - slzy
scream - vřískot, skučení
turned down - odmítnutý
heal - vyléčit
cursed - prokletý
desire - toužit
rage - vztek, hněv, zlost
whisper - šepot
ask (sb.) to dance - požádat (někoho) o tanec
turn into - proměnit
dust - prach
fear - bát se; strach
innocence - nevinnost
blast apart - rozprášit

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