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Holy Mother
Holy Death
I lay my burden on your feet
I’m dropping my coat
I’m walking naked
Offer to your sight
My lost soul
Who can’t take it anymore

Holy Mother
Holy Death
Lift up your arm and let down your scythe
As with you we are equal
Welcome me
I am so cold
Hear my voice
Bless my faith

Marushka - 28th October 2021
(translated from French)
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