Children of Sin
Ormsdóttir
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Cold days and darkness
Fear of getting lost in the forest
Worry and loneliness
I only see faces from the west
The winds are stunned
The road is dangerous and tense
The eyes bleed when thinking of the end
Humanity crying for its own mistakes
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We are the chosen ones of fear
We are an infinite nothing
We are children of sin
Children of sin