Sinful Sanctuary - September Of The Dead | Текст песни

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There is an autumn in my poetic soul
I would kill fucking everyone, right on
The time of gentle rains and tender breeze
And I can see some bodyparts on fallen leaves

So fucking gothic
Skies raining red
It's kinda catastrophic
September of the dead

There is an autumn, there is a perfect fall
Ravens gather around for the funeral
Oh god, so pathetic, I sit down and cry
In this demise and ruins you will all fucking die

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