And, from the sea whit the chalice of the art, coming between the blasphemous, the obscurity in her light eyes, emaciated in her soul, on the shoulders of the moon, with the awaken of the fire of Astharoth.... Suffering comes on life, reflexive lightness in the dark , loves, blood, trees, whispering the embrace of the cry. In the Dark I can not see how you beauty dreams of me and Stormy night feel scare your breads Hopeless Moon I can not live with your cold embrace to deep.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
