With the powers of the pale moon a noble man mutated and from his frozen hands death was unleashed.
Turned into lobizon all the fields he lucked full of love for the blood to the winter moon he fiercely howled
Without fear to death all kind of people he maimed shortly after that he sucked and drank all their innocent blood Then the beast realized that there were no more human side All there lands he turned into... rivers of blood!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
