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• Artiste: Madder Mortem
• Titre: Armour
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I'm handing in my guns now I will stop slipping away like sand between your fingers For better or for worse, I yield to you I will lay my armour down, claim the hunger and the words that were always on my mind Any triumph breeds defeat Any blessing holds a curse but for once I won't let go You laugh at all my twists and turns The stories I tell find a home in your memory And by now it is too late to run, so I yield to you I will lay my armour down, claim the hunger and the words that were always on my mind Any triumph breeds defeat Any blessing holds a curse but for once I won't let go You see me like no other And I have tired of staring it down, tired of turning to find it all too strong, too strong to let it go