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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Ved Buens Ende -  To Swarm Deserted Away
 I swarm deserted away, like glass...
 Warm, and as fevers,
 I am as flame.
 I am death...
 For I, I weave our blasphemies...
 
 Wicthes painted me,
 Like the mysteries created me...
 Like where the poets breathe,
 I were woven into blasphemies.
 
 
    
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