They will finally feel the flames
Flames that run down through my veins
I will make this city burn
We're not planning to return
Sacred Haven of Debauchery
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What shall we name the establishment?

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
They will finally feel the flames
Flames that run down through my veins
I will make this city burn
We're not planning to return
It's heavy, even though it's small.
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
The root of evil is the square root of mathematics.
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
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