Letra de Idols
Krallice
Idols
Krallice
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Krallice
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What choice have we
But to worship the sun
Else the idolatry of beauty
And the myths of transformation
For a life already laden
With every species of failure?
A grasping hand is cracked
And leathery to the tough
A voice cries not to be abandone
But to worship the sun
Else the idolatry of beauty
And the myths of transformation
For a life already laden
With every species of failure?
A grasping hand is cracked
And leathery to the tough
A voice cries not to be abandone
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