[Post Black Metal/Shoegaze] - |XII| Heretoir - Fatigue | Текст песни

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• |XII| Heretoir - Fatigue

A path in a dim light
that I have to walk myself.

Rain falling from my lips,
the most cleanest of all.

Dissany,
esperance in isolation.
Cold hands clutching at
something that is gone.

Her,
dressed in black.

A warmth
surrounding me
when I saw her eyes
sparkling.


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