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As The Sunset Comes ...

Rimmersgard

We are fallen from grace
We have been living in places that rays of sun never see
We are burried in entrails of cells of human madness
We have been spinning webs of moaning

We are forbidden for this world
We gather withered flowers in the garden of sadness
We are Immortal Tears
We are Lasombra, the heart of darkness






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