Devilish Distance - 1843 | Текст песни

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• Devilish Distance
• 1843

I glide through these corridors
Like the wind that sends shivers...
...Down your spine, while the eye fails
You still sense that I'm near

Behold this fateful misty night
Darkness and lust are magics of mine
For I am the stalker of your soul
I am the clourless dawn

Quicken your pace, I'll quicken mine
1843, your brethren will never forget
As the blade greets your waiting throat
Blood trickles, feels so pure

Behold this fateful misty might
Darkness and lust are magics of mine
For I am the stalker of your soul
I am the colourless dawn

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