Take me in the temple of the evening sun
Coming from
(the old one) The moan... Who has remembered?
Who is still
All my doubts will vanish this night
With the arrival of
Far away beyond the blackest ocean of blood on the
Come and take me away Procession waits for ceremony
White hearse
I know the word you've forgotten
And walks the roads you're
A melody.
So charming beautiful and short
Picks wind to bind and
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