We want to be lords of creation
We want to fix the price of fear
We are bragging with rule of sense
But there are thigs pa**ing to us
When the black feathers
Rustle at twilight - twilight!
When the croaking calls
At moonless evening - evening!
Gloomy raven
Detonates the heart and makes breath faster
We´re losing our heads
But we don´t know why
We´re losing all things
For this small shadow
So there are things pa**ing to us
The devil´s smile on demon´s lips
Myth of raven and it´s own clan
We can´t go on when day gets grey
When the ...
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