The Way Is Through
de Minsk
Head bowed irreverently with the cold blade resting on my neck.
Quiet time, tow the line, a time and place for everything.
"There is a season," "a time to die,"
and the word games end as the clock thunders by, and the rain sears this pain as my streams keep running dry.
Más canciones de Minsk
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Almitra's Premonition
With Echoes In The Movement of Stone
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Champertous
Fly
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Conjunction
The Crash and the Draw
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Embers
The Ritual Fires of Abandonment
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Onward Procession I. These Longest of Days
The Crash and the Draw
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Onward Procession II. The Soil Calls
The Crash and the Draw
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Onward Procession III. The Blue Hour
The Crash and the Draw
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Onward Procession IV. Return, The Heir
The Crash and the Draw
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The Orphans of Piety
The Ritual Fires of Abandonment
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To the Garish Remembrance of Failure
The Crash and the Draw
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To the Initiate
The Crash and the Draw
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To You There Is No End
The Crash and the Draw
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When the Walls Fell
The Crash and the Draw
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Wisp Of Tow
Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive
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Within and Without
The Crash and the Draw
