M / Morkr / Infinite Depression
I perched on a sandhill admiring an evening ablaze desert all around ..delicate, still warm wind welcomes the night in fumes.. dusts of our foes are carried by the midnight gust
This depression never ends.. sounds of human world make me feel to hide in the universes deeper high! the mists rise all dies in me..
I stay back where the shades cover me from the rays of Sun calling a rain walking the infinite paths of misanthropy and i always hate what i've met in this place! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |