[Instrumental]
Are you there behind the trees?
Waiting there with your eyes
It makes my blood boil when you say
- Tomorrow
I've been blessed by the great pain of living
My
Snake-eyes burns the night while candlelight glows
My arms are raised
Cursed I am to walk this soil
No light of
Now beware 'cos we're all going to die
Explosion and
There is a magick that even a time can't corrupt
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