Pontiak - Beings of the Rarest | Текст песни

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Nations of unholy
verse that listen to me
rites, restless.
Within its the greatest
Beings of the rarest
washed, faces.
Looks like paranoia
leaving with our sense
senseless, message.
Like we said, to the end.
Watching holy lives
using death for life
outstanding.
Makes a lot of reasons
seem like they are wasted
stars, descending.
Listen to the changes
that the stars are making
disillusion.
Like we said, with no end

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