Cult of Luna

Dim van Live at La Gaîté Lyrique: Paris

From the skyline dark clouds move in. They shroud me with her cold cover. Eyes like daggers puncture the skin. Isolated in a room with no others. Where do I turn when all hope is lost? Where do I find forgiveness? My search for salvation has begun. To find a place where our hearts beat as one.

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