How sad… the cruel instant! Frail sight o’ mine that not much can bear. For I sired, so tired, by the ageless that binds us in awe! She wept their blood as the deity warfare unfolded. Such a scenario embraced by disorder and fright, an all engulfed in immense despair to his majesty’s insane delight. For I sought what many denied, unholy the beast, working vile, his black spells of cynicism on this poor child of ours!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
