Moloken - Seventh Circle | Текст песни

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These plains I’ve passed
Along green pastures
Sheltered by cowering heights
They are of my home no more
Left along with all my troubles behind
And a reality of poor design
I steer into a trodden path

I’ve taken to the waters
The sea has no memory
But forgiveness unto self
To enter the darkness from whence I came

There’s a storm coming
No shore in sight
Beneath the merciless sun
I’ve spent my last sip
And harnessed all the savings

There’s a storm coming
And Hell follows in its wake
My vessel capsized
Waves comes rolling
And all is set loose
Beneath a raging light
Into the darkness from whence I came

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