Мор - Марш скорбной бури | Текст песни

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Crawling away like the graveolent mists,
Dust of the foes broke in the cliffs,
Only wiped off the face of the earth
Maybe subhuman turned into human beings.

Rottenness washing away,
The northern rivers
Would unveil the grandeur of the land,
By the deep and original beaute
Would of ugliness of soul cure.

Let the spirit,
By years of musing,
But perceive, having beauty absorbed,
Killing others, it also perishes,
Kills itself in the assault.

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