Deep in the water, your chances little. A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Pretty cool if Ты sing it like link...Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your Кости that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly Ты will die
And when again the sun leaves Ты will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide Ты from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow Ты earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A плащ of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away A плащ of ash, a burn streaked...
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