The Church - A New Season Тексты

Shaded crystal water, bathed in by God's daughter.
Sighing whispers near, a new season pae cure to conquer loneliness.
It's strange and wilder, ageless bechilder
Saved by fire, touched and finer.
Peaceful, blissful union is the priestess.
Doubt flows the river into darkness
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