alaski - MUD DIRT MIRE | Текст песни

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• MUD DIRT MIRE

All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance,
As did it long before, the years’ circle fulfils.
A sorrow grave deplores the past existence –
That was so beautiful – under the solemn hills.
And in the black night a white specter-mist
Waits other shades, the silent one and grievous.
Oh, whitening shade