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underneath bay strident wails. Upon coiling spine. She'd ice-white blades of serpent scales. . Frost upon their graves. Furrows fraught with dead. Thill waters to deprave. And slower runs the river red
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. Subverted lies show the decay of sense and reason. A facade prepared to hide the truth. . Behold a graveyard filled with unmarked graves. Dead victims without names. . The water we drink is contaminated
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Bài hát Mark The Graves - Linkin Park. There's a fragile game we play. With the ghosts of yesterday. If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye. No trace of what remains. No stones to mark the
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I'm blown away. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Wondering if we had. spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Dreaming of things that we
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interesting. The atmosphere is like a party. There are people everywhere. Families are sitting around the. graves of their dead ancestors. They clean the graves and add fresh flowers. I walk through the
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In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear. A wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves. Unripe Vengeance! The cult that serves as revenge. Has put forward it's
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Song Bride Of Lucifer - Barathrum. silence voice with whistle of the wind. through dim nocturnal, misty air. melancholic crying of the wind. full of agony and despair. those graves with those old
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The angels of hatred. The engine that. Scream through the sky. As visions of crosses and graves. Fuel lifeless eyes Desolation of hope and the death. Of one's prayers. The tarnished cage of
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as the mass begins. The gathering has begun. Absolution won't be found. On the Dark Side of the Sun The manifestation of hatred. Deception upon the blind. On the Dark Side of the Sun. Graves of
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, before. . When we can see the light when we're going home,. We'll dance on our graves with our bodies below. We'll sing "Glory!" and "Hallelujah".
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. Doomed to the cycle of flame. . Search, now, for your graves. . Those faces in flames, guiding the path. The hand of man of righteous wrath. Never again, shall that evil walk free. This justice
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their mother ***ing graves. How romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of clouds. A hamac made of clouds my little one
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If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity. We're taking on water and about to fuckin' sink. No one seems to notice, no one even blinks. The crew left the passengers to die under the sea
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desecrate humanity. Alone they all will die. Corroding from inside. With no one left to save them. As I'm dancing on their * graves. . Perversions of pain. Seep from my eyes. Into your brain
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desecrate humanity. Alone they all will die. Corroding from inside. With no one left to save them. As I'm dancing on their * graves. . Perversions of pain. Seep from my eyes. Into your brain
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humanity Alone they all will die. Corroding from inside. With no one left to save them. As I'm dancing on the * graves Perversions of pain. Seep from my eyes. Into your brain. Visualize Take a
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