A.l.a Music - The Crimson Desert
Текст песни
Listen to the wind.
It knows your name.
The clock opens up the golden gate.
We are running from the hands of fate.
An ancient doubt begins to speak.
For the answers that we always seek.
It knows your name.
The clock opens up the golden gate.
We are running from the hands of fate.
An ancient doubt begins to speak.
For the answers that we always seek.
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