We let cold air from the nature
To be attracted by the stove
To get inside self-warmed creature
To pass through underground grove
With downstreams it goes ahead
As sacred path to the cellar
By channels of the burning heart
The firehell under woltar
With no-soot pipes around for
You feel the heat above the floor
N Код Corpus Templi
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