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• Artiste: Ancient Misery
• Titre: Northern Call
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Screaming wakes me up, I`m the regret on your face. Spear cuts the head away, she is already gone. No mornings when I stand on my own emotions. Where would be the garland of withered roses. Northern Call! Northern Call! Sleeping on the ice, at the little black pond. You`re going to fly, to the darkness of midnight. I will write the manuscript of life and death. Sun goes down, it`s time to get evil. I`m alone, I wanna be a flame. You`re livin´ in the empty cave under the fear. Man is telling the myth of disappear. How I can rebound out of this passion. I don`t want to distort my past. All of those memories are dyed black. Northern Call! I will write the manuscript of life and death. Sun goes down, it`s time to get evil. I`m alone, I wanna be a flame. You`re living in the empty cave under the fear