THROWERS - Raven | Текст песни

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The wind is whispering his story into my ear.
Mussels isolate my sense
Save me from what is happening here

Defense as a mechanism
Revenge as a consequence for misanthropic feelings within myself

They seem like bodies of Lost souls.
A world, unrestrained structures.

Why do they exist?
Why are they there?
Where is the error located?

Ravens, they walk with me through landscapes of false identity.
They guide me towards a new path so far away from meaninglessness.
But where am I heading?

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