الكلمات الأصلية
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Sitting on that bench
In the garden of ice
Dissolving blank feelings
In the talk with the devil
Hidden by trees
Undressed unleashed
Risk more than death
A gash to escape
Fall in
Park on a dead land
Dark hand
The castle watched the smiles
Ephemeral but intense
Everyday going there
To face gods with no care
Fall in
Park on a dead land
Dark hand
Fear and chaos
Poetry and instinct
Sliding losing senses
Exploring
Stranger ways
Losing sliding out of the land
