Paroles de Ephemera
Born... out of the wombI've been torn
Killed by my own breeder
But my spirit lives on
To see the horrors
They've planned with me
Ripping out of my little chest
Undeveloped slimy entrails
Making place for what seems to be
White snow that kills humanity
Ripping out of my little chest
Undeveloped slimy entrails
Making place for what seems to be
White snow that kills humanity
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