You know everything will go down. It's not worth it to go on, I cannot see, we used to believe in an ungrateful salvation. The angels are abandoning their place, hope is crucified by life. We do not pray, we do not pray. We live the Emaciated, we live the Emaciated judgment. Blessing dies in its dying place, with tied hands and blindfolded eyes we walk next to the abyss. Plague ramifies her grotesque intention. The malice devours your kindness, the malice devours your kindness, the malice devours your kindness, the malice devours your kindness. Devours, devours, devours, devours. Every morning turns dark by the grey pain, grey pain. Bleeding meats in those corners governed by devastation. The rope, the rope in her neck; the rope in her neck is not a new, because hopelessness reigns in every dark corner. The rope in her neck, the rope in her neck. Devours, devours, the rope in her neck.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
