Luftwaffe - Zain | Текст песни

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• Luftwaffe
• Zain

The souls lamed, I once beheld;
The word that use profaned;
Sensing only the hilt in my hand I held,
I saw the world as a flame.

Lo, a letter fell!
The monument of all,
Revealed to me the vision of a sword.
And so buried I, the blade in the hearth
And relinquished my hold of loves hilt.