Besedila:
The 3Rd And The Mortal Painting On Glass

Opened the sky But as your shadow rise Passing colours in your mind I bow down silently I gave you my love As the rusting trees Sprinkled blades on the ground And

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you spin a cocoon and disappear Let me open your seals and enter your garden Let me seek to find your well Then I'll sit down by the source And wait for

: Behind your door Landscapes Your name carved into a stone Rivers Water in your hands Salvation

: I am bound to past And stagnant presence Sallow faces, seducers Seize my threads of mind To suscipe pre animabus illis Quarum hodie memoriam facimus

: The pulsation of my blood The pressure splits my skin Magma floats Burns feeble flesh into ashes Sulphurous screams in my head In a petrified soul

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I am bound to past And stagnant presence Sallow faces, seducers Seize my threads of mind To suscipe pre animabus illis Quarum hodie memoriam facimus