Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Empty. Clinging Of Meža ugunsgrēku Trees. Dziesmas No Ill cerību un izmisumu. Tukšs.
... Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These
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