On the night 17 to 52, we were there,
You, lying, untied with cold ornaments,
You, lying untied with cold ornaments,
Hey, yeah, yeah.
I, in an anger that did not resemble me,
Night 50, I forced blood and faith,
Night 50, I I forced blood and faith,
Hey, yeah, yeah, ouh.
I want it open,
Cut it open, cut it open so I can see through it
And now I'm lace-like
Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through.
I believe,
That the shadow fights against oblivion,
br/>And I already hate, hate, hate, hate,
The sad night 53.
Night 50, you seemed so threatened,
Eager for the winds that came to disperse,
br/>Eager for the winds that came to disperse,
Hey, yeah, yeah.
30, its perfect darkness and your revenge,
In the early morning, it's the horizon that tilts ,
In the early morning, the horizon tilts,
Hey, yeah, yeah, ouh.
I want it open,
Cut it open, cut it open so I can see through it
And now I'm lace-like
Now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through.
I believe,
That the shadow fights against oblivion,
And I hate, hate, hate, already hate,
The sad night 53.

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