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Sirenia Voices Within

yon the horizons, and from within I deem the thought, shall I abide these ghastly wispers inside? Whispers...called you on the wind Like voices called you from deep within Wither

yon the horizons, and from within I deem the thought, shall I abide these ghastly wispers inside? Whispers...called you on the wind Like voices called you from deep within Wither

ought'a know. If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby. If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby. If you can't hang, then there's the

ought'a know. If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby. If you can't hang, then there's the door, baby. If you can't hang, then there's the