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• Artiste: Tystnaden
• Titre: Subterranean Gates
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Sands of white and morning rays for my tears seem as the God's pure hands taste and smell become divided and my kingdom falls within you Glass, false, will show my life look, leaves are falling in my eyes taste, smell, will speak of mud taste, the smell... waste blanks in which find me waste, blanks... I'm the answer and I have sent the leaves without eyes you won't see again the light I'm the pure hands, I hear you confession follow me in subterranean gates Grace, pride, are making me Wings, clouds, are falling in my eyes Taste, smell, will false my mind Taste, smell... Waste blanks in which find me Waste, blanks... I'm the answer and I have sent the wings without eyes you won't see again the light I'm the pure hands, I hear you confession follow me in subterranean gates Glass, false, will show my life Glass, false... look, leaves are falling in my eyes look, leaves... taste, smell, will speak of mud taste, smell... waste blanks in which find me waste, blanks... Sands of white and morning rays for my tears seem as the God's pure hands taste and smell become divided and my kingdom falls within you Shades of tears I don't see my hands nor feel my head and your kingdom lives within me