Chertograd lyrics
10.000 needles of light
Pin the drugs of last night Kill the cigarette now sleep Let the wolves upon the sheep The wings of the world move slow in this hall And the hunger of hope it starts to starve God of Chertograd Lick the sounds that bleed from his mouth God of Chertograd Rip the heavens with the horns of the south How strong the weakness is Exhale you fail to resist Shut the blinds, and rewind Let the ghost into your mind The wings of the world move slow in this hall And the hunger of hope it starts to starve
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