Artista:
Peccatum
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It grew from airWith a leafs despairLeft behind deadlineThe language of sanity rejectedIn faith and for no visible purposeSeeking further;Seeking furtherInto the pit named a soulThis subtle callThis seductionThis mind gameIs preparing your fallThoughts transformedInto whispering voicesAlluring you to cross the borderWhere no return aloneCan manage to get you homeThis naked scenery;Arms grasping for your throatYet, you dance and fade