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The trees are grey here
The soil is damp and cold
His senses are filled with drought
After his flee from the temple.

Rites made him shiver from fear
Now waiting for someone
To proclaim salvation
His price has been paid.
The trees are grey here   The soil is damp and cold   His senses are filled with drought   After his flee from the temple.      Rites made him shiver from fear   Now waiting for someone   To proclaim salvation   His price has been paid.