Broken stars | Song | & Domina Mortem
We are all alone. And silence embraces our hearts that have become, like stone. I hope that one day they will find their final home, in world. I hope that one day they will find peace in their souls. And will not feel sadness, among the stars that someone broke. The sky is dark. And sometimes it seems, that there is no way out of life. Our life. When mind is in ruins, and only words are drawn hearts. Black hearts. Our hope is written in silver that glows in the space in the dark I pray that one day it will heal broken stars. Please heal our hearts. Please light our stars. This world is too cold in these nights. Please heal our minds. Please take our hands. This world is too lonely when you are at the end. Please heal our hearts. Please wrote the lines. Sometimes people are nothing but broken stars. Слухати версію чистого вокалу: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pKsj3vqA1P-D2pH6UfKwNQeb79vm8rfS/view?usp=drivesdk Слухати версію з шумним беком: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pRzTvjskQdpX2gwAiWJwWcjza_VJ3g8n/view?usp=drivesdk Слухати інструменталку Domina Mortem: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1paUiAu12Rn74xRfNW1IprDKDiBSfSb_k/view?usp=drivesdk
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