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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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