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作曲 : Slaves of the Prison |
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作词 : Slaves of the Prison |
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Wuthering clouds, whirling drizzle, |
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and capricious storm are upon the surging ambition with hidden tides. |
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Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle. |
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Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart. |
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Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill. |
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Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle. |
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Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart. |
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Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill. |
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Uprise with your rods and tridents, my demos. |
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Go down the Lethe and never may return. |
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I, am the storm. |
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Raging gale, sanguinary dome, |
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Plunge people into misery and suffering. |
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Wuthering clouds, whirling drizzle, |
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and capricious storm are upon the surging ambition with hidden tides. |
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Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle. |
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Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart. |
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Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill. |
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Days rusted the sword and froze the saddle. |
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Before triumph was won he lost angrily while furious fire was conquering all his heart. |
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Who's that high lord enjoying wine and lust when t housand mortals suffering extreme chill. |
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Uprise with your rods and tridents, my demos. |
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Go down the Lethe and never may return. |
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I, am the storm. |
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Raging gale, sanguinary dome, |
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Plunge people into misery and suffering. |
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