Arctic Sleep
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Serums, in a shot line straight to the blue
Bloodlines, and the gods they weep within you
To the cold deep sea of green
The divine in all of us
The wells spring a path of new sight
Firesides, the warmth of our last glimpse of light
Secrets bound by ice and dust
The divine abandon
- Álbum:
- Passage of Gaia
- Arbors