Besedila:
Ved Buens Ende I Sang For The Swans

choir will never leave. Sing for the lurker. Sing for the one with horns. We pity the feathers, we devour the wing... I sang for the swans. I raped her

choir will never leave. Sing for the lurker. Sing for the one with horns. We pity the feathers, we devour the wing.... I sang for the swans. I raped her