martyr for the hated The weak, the ugly, the lost I will die here in this sorrow I won't wait for your tomorrow Palpitate the pulse until You resurrect
Tulkojums: Misfits. Augšāmcelšanās.
be a martyr for the hated the weak, the ugly, the lost i will die here in this sorrow i won't wait for tomorrow palpitate the pulse until you resurrect
