Текст, перевод и аккорды “Forge”
- The Darkness plain and fertile A breeze flame-scented and warm Would set a forceful glow Sparks from the anvil As high as a throne Hammers from heights Brows with a crown A bow from fire to another A season of raging decay The gates of oblivion A the moments of grace
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