Deepend soul presents soundsl
Порох – stray winds blow downhill slowing my climb up to deaths door you win this battle i cant go on bearing this pain anymore why cant i be at peace and live my life with relief when reapers surround me i no longer run the sound known as silence has finally begun and when the snow falls, when everything gets cold there will be no present warmth for me to hold until the end of this poor dying soul hear this requiem
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