The Moon Is Gone Testo

Testo The Moon Is Gone

Cowards gather round a well faces glaring

back from hell I recognize the face I see

staring up at me I would kill to survive

forever has one among us got a line muck

faced men in brack and brine we lower
down but none take hold contempt

from spirits we all sold I would kill

to survive forever

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