Drowning The Light. The Serpents Reign. The Nostaliga Of The Old That Runs Through Our Veins. Drowning святла. Reign Змеі. Nostaliga З старога, якая праходзіць праз нашы вены.
...The flame burns on in our blood and in our minds And our hearts filled with pride For the nostalgia of the old that runs through our veins
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