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Shadows of whisper rising... |
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Open the stormwings over the night when the dusk of the thorns, in the sky the clouds are burning when the moonlit shines on the winter. |
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Grace...time in winter heaven`s burn when the strangers are counting for winds...shadows of whisper rises, on the darkened sky. [Speak:]</i> |
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Hear the winds of the sky, |
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I am the winter moonlight. |
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War time and terror...war time cause` |
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I am winter the moonlight in enthroned sky, whispering like heaven, burning as clouds, from the skies of mist is the winter. [Speak:]</i> |
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Heaven`s are burning over my sight when the northwind storms on the winds...nightbird is calling, when christ fire is burning. |
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Open the wings on the winterday, |
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I am the wings of the night calling them. [Speak:]</i> |
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Life is the time when the clouds upon of me burning high. |
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I am the winter, calling the daylight, |
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I am the winter moonlight, heaven`s storms suffer and burning when the enthroned sky like a mist. |
