Texty: Zao. Psalm Of The City Of The Dead.
As we wait here for a sign
We are greeted by the end of time
These streets aren't paved with gold
You are my everything
My soul is growing cold
We are greeted by the end of time
These streets aren't paved with gold
You are my everything
My soul is growing cold
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