Текст песни Peccatum - Part Two: The Carrier Of Sorrow Transfor
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The sand was made of mountainsHvorfor formNrket du mitt mNrke;Hvorfor Mnrkner det I meg?As I shalt writeYour name in the sandMy own landWill fade too lateAnd where do I then hideThe sand was meantFor nothingThe moonlight meantFor allBut resentful tooGiving my betrayal to youThe sand was madeOF mountainsThe clouds belongedTo the skyAnd grateful tooHaving received wisdomFrom youDrops of rain covered meAnd I finally become wetTears are dripping from me nowDown to the father of menAnd you; my fellow angel;Can inhale the spirits of noAge and originAgain...And as she felt the rain; she died;She died again; and she died even once more.And they shalt be rebornFrom where they were forlornWith the power to destroyEverything standing in their way