Morna - Sequel | Текст песни

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Put the weakness off my hands,
like a black rose that grew from death.
Dark clouds that surround my head,
freeze all the pain and sorrow
forever like a shadow's breath.

Feel the timeless night in your mind,
where the light was stolen.
The daemon's words wind blows,
so hear my confession and step
over this tale of woe.

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