

No One That We AreI march tonight on dim, little lights With friend and foe to search our soulsNo One That We Are
Of what we are was never said So we fought for them our wretched souls
I see a flash a stroke of light Struck down the field in rain of fire
It is our time to meet our end For no one that we are found nothing but our souls


14th of MayIf that which will the 14th of may Will come to me like a tragic day14th of May
Which all that will be more astray My love for you that dreadful day
I hoped to love but love unfound In your arms was thought as warm As a morning sky with the sun up high
I wished to live but have died And willed to be of tragic fate
My hubris foiled My love was spoiled
I'm lost that day The 14th of May
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"Actus non facit reum nisi men sit rea"
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Die by my hands, i creep across the land
Killing first-born man...
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"Actus non facit reum nisi men sit rea"
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Spare change?
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Die by my hands, i creep across the land
Killing first-born man...
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