Satan holds out a hand... Raw and death, light and shadow, good and wrong. The wall of the bolted thick ice, I'm killed, and I live, And can't left a scratch, Either but the body is invested to deep sea... Strength of the soul when being ready for death. There is no illusion... Offers a life immediately. I'm killed, and I live. Death is not an exit... The entrance to new death.
Now Thing along which I began to walk and which appears previously. The world which darkness covers. It's not frightened even if it faces death. The body is only merely left... Despair without an end. Now Thing along which I began to walk and which appears previously. The world which darkness covers. It's not frightened even if it faces death. What is desired is a dark future city.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
