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2:28 AM

Kiselef road, Bucharest.

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  1. A Foreign Road
    A road into shadows, on through haunted meadows
    A road so old, so dark, the trail where the damned walk
    As only darkness cares, I choose to wander here
    A time to evil be, as death awaits me …
    A road dark, where the damned walk
    A road old, open arms to fold me
    I recall the crossroads, the junction of the ways
    The misty morning fog, when I chose my faith
    As no one ever cared, I chose to be all you fear
    A time to evil be, damnation waits me …
    A road dark, where the damned walk
    A road old, open arms to fold me

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