From the balconies of nothingness, existence emerges,
The dark features are like the ruins of the wall of fate, contaminated with mud, filling the wounds, and drifting illusion feeling the wind
The remnants of human beings have fallen asleep on the sand! It revolves on an oasis of the smell of pus and the sight of graves and the slope of a dull mirage
Nothing across the range and the boilers but the flavor of the wild remains of the perfumes its breath...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
