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Hey...my hands are sickthe halls are split in halfthey're all on fireHere I findan illusion of backstabbing evilhollow is sin, yes, theres my knife inand any where the wind blows I find ityou heard what I saidyou heard what I saidthe language of the dwarf near fumes of funrise inside, the jesters want a facethey lean near! hang on! up on this twig... Aus Songtexte Mania