LARK - Ascending | Текст песни

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Send her in without a shield.
Break her heart, she wicked tender.
Strike her down with heavy sword.
Ask her hand, but take two fingers.
They are sad beauty fools.
We should hang their skin for drying.
Matt as white, clean as fins.
They are rare as eggs for dragons.
We shan’t bow, kiss their feet.
They were bred for our destruction.
Sow them out, cast them in.
Fires fit for two-faced devils.

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