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und mein Name ist truthful
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich bete nicht für Frieden
wenn Nacht entlang den Straßen der Stadt treibt
wie ein blanker Mann ich gehen
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
geheimnisvolle Nacht
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße
ich habe die Welt geworfen
truely

 



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