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Her snakeshead are all dead, According to all that is said, For on that night seven years ago, Venom was diluted by song and cast away, Seeping into the snowfields of mount Hasgar, A region of rolling serpentine hills turned into a lifeless glacier, Many Sharins ago...
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Silence of song part 97
Her snakeshead are all dead, According to all that is said, For on that night seven years ago, Venom was diluted by song and cast away, Seeping into the snowfields of mount Hasgar, A region of rolling serpentine hills turned into a lifeless glacier, Many Sharins ago...
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
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