Garrotte - No One | Текст песни

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No one moulds again out of earth and clay,
No one conjures our dust.
No one.

Praised be your name, no one.
For your sake
We shall flower.
Towards
You.

A nothing
We were, are, shall
Remain, flowering:
The nothing-, the
No ones rose.

With
Our pistil soul-bright
With our stamen heaven-ravaged
Our corolla red
With the crimson word which we sang
Over, o over
The thorn.

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