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Gazing down on rows of houses where my body's laid. Floating over hills and mountains, airbone renegade. I don't know why I don't even hesitate, I don
Loosened from my pride Oh, that monster, he kept me so tight I threw my aces down Just to face the here and the now So here I go again, I want to please
post-morbidity, pre-mortality, the dying proceeds and the living intercede on the behalf of your best interests as we perceive them and so you sign this
I know it's foolish, and I feel so wrong, but I've been holding this candle up to the sun for much too long. But when the day takes its leave of the
Vertaling: Tal Bachman. Afkyk Die Son.
: Loosened from my pride Oh, that monster, he kept me so tight I threw my aces down Just to face the here and the now So here I go again, I want to
Primarity supreme, darkness eternal That's from what we arise So natural that no one would notice Till the light of sunrise Sinking in waters as dark
Misty horizon Hides the unknown This frozen land Waits for your steps Silent glaciers Hard as stone This frozen land Waits for your steps Do you feel
Hollow plains and forests surround me As the light sets the darkness in demise Nothing breaks the silence around me Fallen from the pale morning skies
Ў былыя часы мы сустракалі сонца Крочылі насустрач агню світання Па роднай зямлі гарызонтаў бясконцых Глыбокай ноччу і раніцай ранняй Зорак бляск, лесу
The scorching touch of the morning sun Fades out in the kingdom of frost The sky itself stops its endless run It freezes deep in the kingdom of frost
Silent we stand blinded by the smoke Of extinguished fires of sacred faith Our figures of stone will turn to dust That winds will carry away far beyond
When the day warmth starts to fade away When the stars are drawn sharply in the sky When the breath of night wind touches your face When the crimson
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