[krull]
Somnium timoris
desiderum praeteritum
maestitia praesentiae
Iced winds blow through my hair
my fingers are cold
my blood is frozen
our time will come
i will be there
[krull]
Somnium timoris
desiderum praeteritum
maestitia praesentiae
Iced winds blow through my hair
my fingers are cold
my blood is frozen
our time will come
i will be there
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