Mortualia - Pain at Least... [Blood Of The Hermit] | Текст песни

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• Pain at Least... [Blood Of The Hermit]

Hardly worth the effort
To get out into the day
My shadow forlorn
The toils of living

All the fingers cold
Dwelling uncheerful
No better atmosphere
Decrepit, deceitful

Eluding happiness
Pain to feel at least
Weary frame of flesh
Hopeless, destitute

My dried-up heart
Crumbled into dust
Scattered by the wind
Over all the heaps of earth

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