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Beauty Pacifici! Ora pro nobis!
Nights. Stones. Rains. Light. Sword. Fight. In Cursed Earth.
Life - is war. Man - war. Dream - mirror. Death - is the door.
What for swords? This dust of intellect.
Beauty Pacifici! Ora pro nobis!
Nights. Stones. Rains. Light. Sword. Fight. In Cursed Earth.
Life - is war. Man - war. Dream - mirror. Death - is the door.
What for swords? This dust of intellect.