Cult Tengri
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Lyrics
The pain burns in my consciousness By a fresh disturbed wound: Why is your shape, Khan Tengri, Bewitched by a gloomy fog? Seeing your silhouette torn apart. My heart is beating all the more strongly, As if at a pillory, wild villains beat the slave
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Song Details
- Duration
- 08:26
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 141 BPM