Wounded Kings
Wounded Kings - The Hours lyrics
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Hold on to your robes of sorrow The darkness in your heart will follow A trail of tears from a dying bride Your hollow heart, black inside Ghosts they howl like creaking doors You long for her for evermore The ghosts they'll howl like the creaking doors You'll long for her for evermore
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