Tekst Utworu
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa tremenda
Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra
So let the poorest have no brains and chances, to let the words flow
If so, we'll paint the course of humanity
Growing up smug and I'm slowly anything, thy wish I've been lonely
Writer(s): Korte
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