The dry air makes my throat croak
I cannot breathe if I laugh
The night is pale and does not want my embrace
That's okay I didn't want it anyways
You can take this ghastly moonlight and do what you please
Honoring Palex's every need his command I fastidiously heed
Boil a mutoid or an ichor ball the cauldron is wide and tall
Master is calling and needs me
The Tower of Palex is everything to me. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |