Текст песни The Purchase Of The Cathedral

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Eyes of Wolf nicely licking me,
Dresses of my castle drown themselves.
All that is for Love in a Holm Tree.
Green blood transitions forward dusty Death with hands of Softness.
Spring blackens me.

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Stars positioned in your black heart founder.
Sounds of the sexual water thunder.Ayin Aleph - The Purchase Of The Cathedral - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ayin-aleph/the-purchase-of-the-cathedral-lyrics.html
Bewitched blood of my eyes served in a denudating sky for you.
And I buy a cathedral.

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Crystals of my bold frozen hands
Snatch teeth to the Ghost of the Wind.
I dye in the Beauty.
Its a glass full of wines loyalty.
The Mass soliloquizes with royal drowned cathedrals.
I buy your last existence.