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Cradle Of Filth The Smoke Of Her Burning

breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the tribulation The moon child come to harm A riot of stars, shaken from their station The chokin' smoke of Jerusalem burnin

Oversættelse: Cradle Of Filth. Den Duftende Have: Røgen af \u200b\u200bhendes brændende.

a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their station The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning