Из альбома: Suspiria
In this world full of winded corridors/cities like maces towers like thorns/I'm not my master, not at all/cursed thoughts lead me to my fall
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Broken thoughts/broken dreams/broken hearts/this realm of darkness, is this my reward?
Darkness is falling, over my mind/my burning eyes are, deadly blind/now there's nothing like it seems/all illusions, only dreams
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