Chapter IV - De La Morte Noire
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Album: Thou Shalt Trust The Seer
Title:De La Morte Noire
Born through astral constellation
Those pictures are now getting clearer
Inside his head
sent by the highest god
They start to rise from the deepest depth
-
My King - dead - no
Dying by the lance... so slow...
-
He wipes the tears
Away, tries to think
As clear as the falling&
Album: Thou Shalt Trust The Seer
Title:De La Morte Noire
Born through astral constellation
Those pictures are now getting clearer
Inside his head
sent by the highest god
They start to rise from the deepest depth
-
My King - dead - no
Dying by the lance... so slow...
-
He wipes the tears
Away, tries to think
As clear as the falling&
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