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The Hate from Miasma Storms
A shield held by a broken arm and the other one shivering upon a stone In the forest of a no-gleaming day they try to avoid the soon dancing sky with all friends invited to join the violent rage
When the stones of fire crush into forest deep I see blood and souls behind dreadly weep against the storm the branches have grown but the owles have left, a greed for golden throne a finger carving the soil of stone to see the ashes beyond and blood so cold
The Hate from Miasma Storms
A sword held by a fallen arm Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com and the other one shivering upon a stone In the forest of a no-gleaming day they try to avoid the soon dancing sky with all friends invited to join the violent rage
A pale and spooky moon claim to behold, the blood-stolen hands, never to fold against the storm the branches have grown but the owles have left, a greed for golden throne a finger carving the soil of stone to see the ashes beyond and blood so cold
The Hate from Miasma Storms
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