Libera Me

Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa tremenda
Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra

So let the poorest have no brains and chances, to let the words flow

If so, we'll paint the course of humanity

Growing up smug and I'm slowly anything, thy wish I've been lonely



Credits
Writer(s): Korte
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