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brak słów .... brak pomysłu ... brak życia we mnie... Peccatum -Black Star I am the black star hostess of your dead hearts hymn my heart explodes in your ecstasy you drink me like poison I am the water wherein you drown your love is reflections of death beyond night you are no longer excess of light beyond the hours of darkness you are mine. Peccatum -The Banks of This River Is Night Running wide on promises of sweet tomorrows running deep in ignorance and hope on and on towards the big black sea the banks of this river is night night is within me and I am here in your arms drawn in by this massive flow of violence drawn down in this procession of mud on and on towards the big black sea the banks of this river is night look at her when she passes you by feel him as he denies you again on and on towards the big black sea the banks of this river is night night is within me and I am here in your arms. Peccatum -Desolate Ever After All is sad, deliciously sad and the world affixes itself to the sorrow quietly, the old woman's kiss brought to mortal lips swept away swept away the kiss swept away swept away swift chill of desolation and the sadness affixes itself to decay anxiety, the undone brought to mortal hearts swept away swept away her touch swept away swept away All is cold, deliciously cold and the world affixes itself to the silence.