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Ingrowing
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Blind Light
Perverted gleams of waning Moon Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes
There's no sky ... Blid Light There's no love ... Blind Light
Masquerade of dying stars'sorrow In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith It's mere play in the edge between worlds only Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths
There's no love ... Blind Light There's no rules ... Blind Light
Silent whispers of silver blind light's beams In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions Of desperate soft hate of broken human race Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time
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