Tulus - Prelude | Текст песни

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1. PRELUDE

In iniquity conceived,
Carried in secrecy.
Kept unseeable, concealed,
Given a prophecy.

The bearer of secrets
Would never outlive him.
In the cruel face of Destiny
She would desert him.

She would never awaken.
He would be left and forsaken.

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