paroles de chanson Tacit II - Ihsahn
Raising
another
tower
Crumbling
in
the
shadows
Of
the
forming
idea
Too
tired
for
pride
A
thunderous
voice
In
cold,
wordless
tongues
Resonate
deep
In
the
heart
of
the
night
The
bittersweet
song
Of
a
poets
lament;
That
even
his
best
Are
but
feeble
translations
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