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The Twilight Is My Robe - Opeth |
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popspia |
2008-11-04 ¿ÀÈÄ 1:52:31 |
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The Twilight Is My Robe
Opeth
Unto you I whisper
the wildest dreams
In the coldness of night
Shrouded in crystals
through a frosty dusk
Souls of the fullmoon awaits
Their shadows ablaze
We are all bending
Our tired leaves over your empty shell
In the sign of true esteem
Are you beloved lord
Sighing deep under these waterfalls?
The birds of the sun
Separates these |
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