City
Kontinuum
GENRE They told me to be upright
While removing the gaze from my eyes
The alchemists of illusions
My hands smell of sulfur
Trees of gold I bury
See the sun now dying
We now radiate
It is inside
The ways of old
Turn your spirit into gold
While removing the gaze from my eyes
The alchemists of illusions
My hands smell of sulfur
Trees of gold I bury
See the sun now dying
We now radiate
It is inside
The ways of old
Turn your spirit into gold
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