Paroles de Overture In Thales Summer
Hush there's a bird that stares from a tree in Veanom's backyard,Spell on the lips like shapes,
As a woman strings up the sparks,
Old earth raise your crown
New birth, summer's ail
Helm to a place so crypt,
Quiet fox tracks blood to your sleeves,
Scoped with your caving eyes,
Waiting tigers sharpen their teeth
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