Shamans shall quell the storm by facing on the haven in that human-shaped flame blast. On the cliff, two sinners with ape masks shall dance a nameless repertoire. Thunderous booming of Furfur shall respond to the steps and shouts breaking the boundary. The glittering raindrop of the late Martiel shall sprout by falling on the rotten ground. Your Dark Gift, through the aperture of time shall be bloodthirsty and transiently all shall be inverted and blackout. Numberless eyes overgrown on the land of Sathanas shall run the criminal down while there are breathes in them. In the basement, guiltless ivies shall awake and the presence of Murmur shall pulsate. Large petals chillingly odoriferous shall surge like hydraulic bores and fold.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
