Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Empty. Prigludęs prie medžių miško gaisro. Dainos netinkamo viltį ir neviltį. Tuščias.
... Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These
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