Sorrowfilled - текст песни
Sorrowfilled
How this, my rightful palace Has been fouled With the dust Of countless innocent dead Ornated extinction Of a soon-to-be soul Stripped naked I run From this ultimate goal First I was warm Then I drifted cold I saw the afterlife So ancient and so old Hate the only true emotion So should it be So shall it be Where the void is eternal And life is internal I was born a god And will die as one Without a pure soul I cannot give sight To their blind lives
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