The Scroll
The staff went through the power lines
The power lines
Some more time, is little
The life, the scroll has killed them
If you cross the line, forever asking why
Shiver only witnesses, with every move
Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint
Last morning never comes for holding to
Too soon for you too
Some more time, is little
The life, the scroll has killed them
If you cross the line, forever asking why
If there's a time close to you die
I will be plesead to meet you to see you
If you'll be going ice
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