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K Я U R Italy Released November 12, 2025 Music, Lyrics and Sound Manipulation by K Я U R Links: https://www.youtube.com/@UCV4SRI7AqAbB75GmLlTzZ8w https://soundcloud.com/krur-music https://www.instagram.com/krur.music/ A deep sorrow that dwells within each of us, among flesh, bones, and mind. A suffering that feeds on our most primal fears, on our open wounds that have never healed. Destined to live with it until the end of our days. #alternative #goth #electrowave #postpunk #synthwave #italy To the artist: The purpose of sharing this video is purely to promote the artist. If you are interested in removing this video, please contact us, but please note that ID Content will claim any royalties earned from this video and your distributor will pass on the ads linked to this video to you. If you are still interested in removing your music from our channel, just contact us. We do not profit from Midnight Goth Radio and we only share music with the community in good faith, respecting the artists' decisions. contact.midnightdarkwave@gmail.com Lyrics: Within my soul, a night of fear a shroud of darkness near across the ages sent on paths that are unseent. Within my heart, the cups of red they toast without a soul filled right up to the brim of gall that is so grim. Oh, Words of passion so pure and guiltless the lover trembles so truly lustful. Oh, Words of love so truly enchanting the prey is waiting so keenly wanting. Within my veins, a cursed night its endless thirst to sate now biting ever deep while my still body's asleep. Within this fragile flesh its vital sap is spilled a nectar, sweet and bold the dance can now unfold. Oh, Words of passion so pure and guiltless the lover trembles so truly lustful. Oh, Words of love so truly enchanting the prey is waiting so keenly wanting.

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