Thirdmoon
Thirdmoon - Grotesque Chapter II lyrics
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Cold the dawn made of morning dew Relic pictures covered with dust Black tears flow from cloned eyes The fall of grace GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND MY SALVATION Tearstained snow embraced in summer Cosmic utopia arrives Perrenial odium The blood on my hands dissolves but GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND MY SALVATION GROTESQUE ASTRAL BLOOD HURTS MY LIVING I NEED TO PUNISH MY MIND MY SALVATION
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