Bleakwood - Embracing the Cryptic | Текст песни

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You had to change so much to adjust
To adapt to a transitory circumstance

Overcoming fear
A peculiar awareness
Of the path so often

In her cold embrace

Immaterial, flowing
The spirit of the god in all things
How could a knave
Presume to explain it?
In her cold embrace

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