Paroles de Priests Of Cholera
Our sea of standardsOutshined all seething
All silver saplings where once green saplings grew
Sharpen two needles
That puncture jungles
Broke cathedrals
Priests of cholera are preaching
How they light that shades us from the sun
Your face is winter
White shades familiar
Tundra of feather
Where once a lake of quills
That coats the jungles
Paints cathedrals
Priests of cholera are bleaching
In the light that shades us from the sun
That puncture jungles
Broke cathedrals
Priests of cholera are preaching
How they light that shades us from the sun
Your face is winter
White shades familiar
Tundra of feather
Where once a lake of quills
That coats the jungles
Paints cathedrals
Priests of cholera are bleaching
In the light that shades us from the sun
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