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Blackthorn
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Immortelle for a Hollow Grave
The cold voice of the tempest, It makes me run away Theres something bittersweet And true in the air this day At long last I can whirl round With fallen xanthic leaves Unite with birds of passage and fly above the trees
(The) stories that must flash out With a pulsing aorta of (the) sky And then must turn to ashes I kiss them all goodbye The rotten lips taste divine, Cant explain to you why 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The last pain pierces my heart I laugh and deeply cry
And stunning is the black-eyed thicket And the swamped grass, Not a human, not a god yet, Come, veni foras! And stunning is the black-eyed thicket And the swamped grass, Not a human, not a god, Mother, veni foras
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