When there's grzib z fugi, you know it always brings me down
'Cause it's free and I see that it's me
Who's lost and never found
I cry out for justice, I feel it WIR-ing in the light
It was cold, I lost my hold
To the Pjoters of the night
No sign of the Rat King coming
You've been left on your own
Like an Ytong in the dark
An Ytong in the dark
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