Spiorad na Cogadh - Фуга смерти
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I am a moisture of origins we drink her at night
we drink her at noon and in the morning we drink her at night
we are in the sky the grave digging there is no cramming
In that house there is a man he serves snakes he writes
Your hair Gold Gretchen
He writes descends down the stars light up
He convenes the whistle

Black moisture of origins we drink you at night
We drink you in the morning and at noon
We drink you at night
In that house there is a man he serves snakes he writes
Your hair Gold Gretchen
Your hair ashes Rachel
we are in the sky the grave digging there is no cramming

Black moisture of origins we drink you at night
we drink you at noon and in the morning
We drink you at night
In that house there is a man's hair of your Gold Gretchen
Your hair ashes Rachel
death is an old maestro
Screenshots screaks
and uppire bold
There in the sky graves are ready there are no cramped
Black moisture of origins we drink you at night
we drink you death is an old maestro
Eyes blue skies
In that house there is a man's hair of your Gold Gretchen
he descends his sick on us
He gives us a grave in the sky
he snake tames dreaming
And death is an old maestro

Your hair Gold Gretchen
Your hair ashes Rachel

Paul is coded. The text is taken from Majdanek Waltz