tangled in this divine coil I ponder on the concrete and the highest of laws the injuries layed upon cannot be excused I will keep you company not much longer for I see my end is bound by earth but not thrice I go under at the smallest of ills, I lay my sword upon the table and ask for blood I place a plague on all your houses my half is dead for yours has slain the end is not the end you live, so why dread I send no messenger the nectars and wounds are too great to let by all I ask for is justice for death is death no matter if the axe is golden and love is love no matter how selfishTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
