The body is cold and speechless
That calmness is timeless
Not the scars tell the result
Called in despair
Tastes the black of the soil
Speaks the language ¤rkivæ¤n
The earth is baptizing the worm
Blood is the heartache of the soul
The poison of the red shadows
Lovehen savior
Before morning death
Before the savior

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