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Cult Of Luna Somewhere Along The Highway

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. Back To Chapel Town. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. Vissza a Chapel Town.
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Floating over empty streets. Away from pain, away from everything. Pray that we will survive the night. Buildings falling, the soul vaporised. Watching

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. And With Her Came The Birds. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. És vele jött a Madarak.
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Night falls, silence takes a grip. Guilt I retrieved, a burning will to die. I need this to be over before I am bleeding dry. Somewhere along the highway

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. Finland. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. Finnország.
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These things moved me when I turned my back. Now I return with open hands. I found light that lead me to the shrine where children sang and pilgrims

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. Dim. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. Sun.
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From the skyline dark clouds move in. They shroud me with her cold cover. Eyes like daggers puncture the skin. Isolated in a room with no others. Where

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. Marching To The Heartbeats. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. Menetelnek To The Heartsbeats.
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The sun, the light in your eyes, trapped me in a cage. When you saw me you saw yourself. We were the ones that marched and fell.

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. Thirtyfour. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. Thirtyfour.
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disappeared at dawn. Standing at the shore patiently waiting. But the waves do not return when she is gone. So he followed her footsteps, to the highway

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Cult Of Luna. Somewhere Along The Highway. Dark City, Dead Man. Cult Of Luna. Valahol az országút mentén. Dark City, Dead Man.
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When the streetlights fade. Warm rain like judgement descends. Their voice numbs me. Speaking words in a dead tongue. I have walked a road that lead

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