Žodžiai dainai: Dark Lunacy. The Diarist. On Memory's White Sleigh.

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Leningrad:
"Time,how can I bleeding in these days of loneliness...
Voice,how can I singing of an empty cradle song...
Eyes,why are you closing if the sunset has to come...
Fate,why don't you calm down,death is resting by my side..."