Morna - I Amar Prestar Aen | Текст песни

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Greed is feeding us,
we’re falling to evil lands.
There’s no one to save our souls,
their lies seems to be laws.

Pain. Insane brains.
Cakes of sickness.
Ill by esurience.


Heritage was changed.
Walk off spells,
involves sober steps.

Whole human race
can feel all the grace
of pure inherence.

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