M / Madsword / Behind the Consciousness of Memory
In the galaxy decorated by prophecies To a satellite has been chained Little is left over of a man Engaged to tear from his chest Anguish made of flesh and blood When connection will be ready All the screens of the planet Earth Will be tinged with red color Aerials will invoke mercy Life will recognize herself in a cry And punishment will not die Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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