Where do we expect to be born? Is everything we meet... written in the races of the forces?!
Only oxygen remains. My lungs in need, and does blindness begin... blackness? Escape from the siege collar..
Happy are those to witness a hole in the labyrinths of the wasteland Even Graves disavowed its inhabitants And the resting place rebelled against the digger There is no sand and no coffins contains in the labyrinths of the wasteland labyrinths of the wasteland
Yesterday, we were for the wolves. Or the fire halls food, sacrifice, and ransom United on the testimony! labyrinths of the wasteland
Where does the will stem from? There is nothing left but Spikes. The names of the houses are overflowing.. like astray..in the niches of happinessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
