We feel, how cold this wind,
We know, It's breath of night,
And ravens, in the trees,
Became so old and blind.
We try to sing together,
But fear makes you weak.
We try to cut each other,
Your blood is as dark as ink.
I feel you... I am your fear...
I'll hOg You!
первое стихо на английском.
SomeOne wHo tries to hOg yOu...
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