Wounded Kings
Wounded Kings - The Swirling Mist lyrics
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The rising, the swirling.....mist Forming halos around your head Cold black fingers......reaching Caress, caress of the dead Eyes open wide Searching for an answer The rising tide Eyes open wide Searching for an answer
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