Sarin - Black Halls | Текст песни

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• Sarin
• Black Halls

Our blood has fed its cracks
Swallowed in silent waves
In absence, and in vain

This place will purge itself
Return us to a void
Memory cut from whole
Give us to an unknown

The dark howls for our flesh
Calls to it like a slave
Suffered blood paints these walls
That it might cast our hearts into blackest halls

"And this great blue world of ours, seems a house of leaves... moments before the wind."

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