Уке должен внушать ужас, чтобы семе внушал уважение
Doubting
Trying
Not to look at the face of the man who is dying
To look for the face of the man who is lying
The amber gambler is low and loaded
His rusty steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain, its special place
I know its look, I know your face
