SPIRE - Funeral Тексты

Cold winds blow of night echo trembling whispers
Sad tears fall on contempt throw into the abyss
Dark spirits in eternity the somber funeral
Decai dead feeling in the cold night
The dead flesh funeral
Oh mist fatal morbidity
Dark gloomy feeling quiet at night and cold
Dead corner funebre
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