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Текст песни At the gates - The Fevered Circle

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Текст песни At the gates - The Fevered Circle




Each day a mournful pityLife looks upon you with scornHopes flee, visions eludeAs your feeble breath is turnSix sinister thorns of beatyThe claws of the nondivine( )Our right to breatheOur right to bleedForever deniedWhat some seek in the depths of the unknownNeed not be sought so farThe truth of what we areEach day a fevered circle




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