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Ashengrace

Tercüme: Ashengrace. İtiraf (Wasteland Mix).

Tercüme: Ashengrace. Throb (Poseidon Mix Of Eller).

and every night it begins again... asleep in your eyes, oh sweet Evelyne. I lay me down on your throne, no gifts left to bring, my curtains are drawn

the sands of waste raced through my fingers on the stone The shallow remains of all that was and all that's yet to come I can't awaken from all the dreams

I'm breaking windows in the hollows of your eyes.. slip inside your well of souls to drift out with the tides. The writhing, breathing, ragged holes

all speaking tounges and backwards voices fading through the fire Cthulu loves you Leviathan pulls you screaming down into the mire my windless angel

cold, distant light... in this stale instant I might believe I might be one with you it seems it's all I ever do this is pain, this hunger to be more

from a distance I see this cynical world has come to be everything that it promised it never would become from a distance I see the curtains draw to

across the children close, beyond the faces where I hide in this empty torn up word, this creeping deep inside this heaven swims into the blue you know