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Sopor Aeternus Not Dead But Dying

hurts our ears. Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow. Your breath shall be my coat, the underworld is, oh, so cold. The dead don't feel chill, but

hurts our ears. Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow. Your breath shall be my coat, the underworld is, oh, so cold. The dead don't feel chill, but