كلمات Over My Sins

My spectre around me the night and the day wiId beast on my way Seven more lovers weep all night and day tomb where my loves lay Seven of my loves have tasted your knife and lost their poor life Seven more lovers will stand every night shining with bright light And never I return For victory I burn I all alone I'll have And I will be your grave Over my sins you are sitting and moan No sins of your own? Over my sins you are sitting and weep lull your own sinss sleep Follow in a storm iron tears groans of lead poor tomb of my head Scratching the wall of transgression of sad I broke the holy bread