Final Selection - Swamp | Текст песни

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• Swamp

In still silence
In still silence she comes
Slower moves of desperation
I feel the taste of moor
Smell the colour of time
Gimme your helping hand
Catch me if i fall
'Cause I'm so blind
I'm sinking in the moor of slime

Cover me my love

You have the combination
To fight for liberation

In a dress
Dress of flowers he comes
Faster moves of a maniac
Reaching the middle of moor
It is swallowing him
He is sinking in the moor of time