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Candlemass Through The Infinitive Halls Of Death

my old life is ending very soon I'll lose my breath But raise up high or slow descending Death is a forecourt to hell, where the lost of humanity dwell Through

Traduction: Candlemass. À travers les salles Infinitif Of Death.

: I know that my old life is ending very soon I'll lose my breath But raise up high or slow descending (is the question after death) Death is a forecourt