Kroda şarkı sözleri

…Soil is covered by Ashes – Corpses of Dead Falcons, Their feather bloodstained… Above embers – Sparkles circling like Ghosts. By Blood they bewitch the Flame… By the Hot Blood… Ghosts of Birds are soar high With tongues of Fire…

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