Imaris
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no, I was humming the song Tristania - Libre
Translation:
Drop by drop, we drink the night.
We hide the truth in a roll of paper.
Cast us, those who give blood,
Into ragged wounds,
Through the core, with rot
As a part
I am with you, my friend.
Like a blade, your light licks your fair face, pain in the ears –
I will quietly reveal to you the secret of vile, disgusting truths,
I hold my palm – I will not give it away,
Strengthen your weak voice against the forces of evil.
Your strict figure, this is the power in my hands.
.
The gleam of steel is the end of everything.
Shine with me.
For we have given names to the forces of evil.
(And it is my duty to do this myself).
My death is the doom of hundreds.
My death is the salvation of thousands.
Every shot, our native city, accept it –
As my true path to freedom.
The death of women is the death of my women.
And let every cry of children be given to me,
Let it burn like gold.
I am with you, my friend,
I tease your ears,
For they are destined to be the force of separation.
Let the name adorn the faces of monsters.
Let revenge adorn your palm.
The choir of sea waves.
This fire can, but it no longer dries
Their tears...
Added after 55 seconds
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Translation:
Drop by drop, we drink the night.
We hide the truth in a roll of paper.
Cast us, those who give blood,
Into ragged wounds,
Through the core, with rot
As a part
I am with you, my friend.
Like a blade, your light licks your fair face, pain in the ears –
I will quietly reveal to you the secret of vile, disgusting truths,
I hold my palm – I will not give it away,
Strengthen your weak voice against the forces of evil.
Your strict figure, this is the power in my hands.
.
The gleam of steel is the end of everything.
Shine with me.
For we have given names to the forces of evil.
(And it is my duty to do this myself).
My death is the doom of hundreds.
My death is the salvation of thousands.
Every shot, our native city, accept it –
As my true path to freedom.
The death of women is the death of my women.
And let every cry of children be given to me,
Let it burn like gold.
I am with you, my friend,
I tease your ears,
For they are destined to be the force of separation.
Let the name adorn the faces of monsters.
Let revenge adorn your palm.
The choir of sea waves.
This fire can, but it no longer dries
Their tears...
Added after 55 seconds
multifunctional and mobile - IMHO, it's NEITHER a phone nor a smartphone