Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Empty. Цепляясь за деревья лесных пожаров. Песни жестокого Надежда и отчаяние. Пустой.
... Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These
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