Falling asleep in evil arms

Accepting the ancient hidden truth.

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Смерть приходит с севера

 

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

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Barroque noise to smash the cortex

Pray you sinners, time has come...

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A time to reborn

It was an oath....the evil seed is borning again....