Below is the lyrics of the song To Swarm Deserted Away , artist - Ved Buens Ende with translation
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Ved Buens Ende
I swarm deserted away, like glass…
Warm, and as fevers
I am as flame
I am death…
For I, I weave our blasphemies…
Wicthes painted me
Like the mysteries created me…
Like where the poets breathe
I were woven into blasphemies
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