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Şarkı Sözleri Magistrates dream of Plague Tongues loll in anticipation You are awake in their darker Visions Drool slips from grinning Mouths The Plagued is forced on us all Is it there? Are They there? Shouts of Fact abound But Whispers of Thruth burn through Is it there? Are They there?