I remain uncertain in search of the spiritual ray,
The one that will seek to heal.
And hungry waiting for the end!
Won't you believe
When pothead's on its way.< br/>Say it in time! If it hurts, it's time.
Soon the cruel mass will be served...
New blood.
Winter is falling!
If your voice calmed down... If my voice grew old...
Winter is falling!
The old oak tree is falling!

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