| Devoid of life, lost and glum
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| Silence devours flair, swears allegiance to its maids
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| On the prowl of loneliness
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| To geminate with harsh, fake resistance to my art
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| Accept my soul
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| Offer my toil to the poet’s tears
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| Caress my heart
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| It’s my black art to whisper in your ears
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| Back to the days we embellished the rhymes
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| Off to the gallery of my pains
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| Embody the spirit, this art of mine
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| Every verse speaks for a thousand strains
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| Ornaments of agony
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| Cut the wrists of our bond to reality
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| Embrace in sighs and despair
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| To connect the flames to the oceans of my soul
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| Accept my soul
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| Offer my toil to the poet’s tears
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| Caress my heart
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| It’s my black art to whisper in your ears
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| Back to the days we embellished the rhymes
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| Off to the gallery of my pains
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| Embody the spirit, this art of mine
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| Every verse speaks for a thousand strains
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| All screams and groans inside, not a single sigh
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| A chest like a storm profound (roaring melancholy)
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| Bring me out in shackles to the mercy of the might
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| Hit me with your contempt, I’ll rejoice and shine so bright
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| Let me introduce my gloom to the deepest of your fears
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| I want to cross your borders straight inside your winter, dear!
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| Tour winter, dear
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| Accept my soul
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| Offer my toil to the poet’s tears
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| Caress my heart
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| It’s my black art to whisper in your ears
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| Back to the days we embellished the rhymes
|
| Off to the gallery of my pains
|
| Embody the spirit, this art of mine
|
| Every verse speaks for a thousand strains
|
| Back to the days we embellished the rhymes
|
| Off to the gallery of my pains
|
| Embody the spirit, this art of mine
|
| Every verse speaks for a thousand strains
|
| All screams and groans inside, not a single sigh
|
| A chest like a storm profound |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straight Inside Your Winter, artist - Elvenking. Album song Secrets of the Magick Grimoire, in the genre Фолк-метал