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Darkestrah
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Cult Tengri
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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