Witchaven - Empty Chasm | Текст песни

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Whisper beautifully.
Drinking profusely.
She grants me her graceful strength.
I feel her flow through my veins.

Emptiness it haunts.
Wash me away.
Misery it holds.

Slowly she takes hold.
Hatred running deep.
I'm left wanting more.
Enter this chasm.

Emptiness it haunts.
Wash away misery.

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