Drowning The Light. The Serpents Reign. The Nostaliga Of The Old That Runs Through Our Veins. Noslīkšana Light. Čūskas valdīšana. Nostaliga Of Old kas iet caur mūsu vēnām.
...The flame burns on in our blood and in our minds And our hearts filled with pride For the nostalgia of the old that runs through our veins
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