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Proliferhate
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Apologia Di un Povero Diavolo, Pt. 2
And that Gate Dite's Gate Longed City of our Pain
Lonely peace of our cold hell We found ourselves smiling in this dark age Nothing, I hear nothing Only sparks of grey flames
We thought we couldn't stand This harsh dream. We never thought It could be Didn't we, My moon?
How much pain Can a scream in an instant create Step by step I begin to forget Gates are opening Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
This is the story of a dark moon That loves a bright star Maybe we saw each other For one last time
The gates are closed The gates are closed forever This is hell, messieurs The worst hell Is to forget And never remember again
Forget your love Forget everything
Nihil Nihil est Nihil tu
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