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Текст (слова) песни: Yearning - Elegy of Blood
Fallen from grace My soul`s grown old Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam Across the hillside
Dark moors lay cold And quiet this night Blackbirds crying As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams Through your minds eye
Elegy of what these open wounds may bleed All alone with hatred growing unborn seed
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