Tekster: Isis. Wavering Radiant. Hand Of The Host.
:
It is him
have I [?]
[?] heavy
Under trust
And now the
Chosen children play
[?] down
They rest
Hand of the host
Extending out
Forming figures
All these open scars
form a thin line
Perfect in its
empty conception
[?]
[?] my lungs [?]
I am [?]
To [?]
Through the halls
I am there
From the [?]
I am there
[?]
Each other's bed?
He lies under her?
[?]
It is known [?]
[?]
Our memory lies broken?
Broken on the floor?
Cast them out into the [?]
Out into a holy [?]?
It is him
have I [?]
[?] heavy
Under trust
And now the
Chosen children play
[?] down
They rest
Hand of the host
Extending out
Forming figures
All these open scars
form a thin line
Perfect in its
empty conception
[?]
[?] my lungs [?]
I am [?]
To [?]
Through the halls
I am there
From the [?]
I am there
[?]
Each other's bed?
He lies under her?
[?]
It is known [?]
[?]
Our memory lies broken?
Broken on the floor?
Cast them out into the [?]
Out into a holy [?]?
Wavering Radiant
Isis
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