These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
blows out my candles.
without any hopr.
A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
the candle burns in the womb.
they live through us.
A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
the candle burns in the womb.
they live through us.
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