That edge shines between the moon the cold accompanies him the purple clouds loom increasingly voltage wrongly increased protruding in front of its four spines death proclaims the true path
the snake crawls in the desert fog frost falls more often the brand is stamped from the Ain
Rising gloom, latent chaos auras illuminate the skeletal face
Aeonic waves march before eclipses black is the light, black is the flame winds that come from nowhere
Corrosive, pleasant and morning air icy and shimmering from the icy horizon hidden calamities devastate the will in the scythe I will remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
