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ألبوم:
Noregs vaapen
كلمات أصلية
الترجمة
Myr
Marsh
Like a thief in the heather, the infection comes sneaking
The liquid of rotting fruits
Echo of it smells
Only a forgotten memory
Buried in my colourless within
I am many beasts
The sky lies buried here
Downwards
No shelter from the rain
Stand stoic and watch the ocean rise
A living hell
Til death takes the lead and liberates
Praise the devil blessed be
He seduces your daughters
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NamWansubmitted on 16 فبراير 2016 - 04:07
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Necrophobic666





