Planters tale of 10,000 cryptids our woe. Inverted, unfound. In the first room, chimes underground. Ever sown. I see light through agents of these walls. Death is initiation. Breathe the air of the earth. Did not the lightning strike? Ring bells out. Green blue glow. Down in the 7th circle of hell. Panderers, vipers, hasten to the bow. Simoniacs and blasphemers. I see cracks in ages of these walls. Death is initiation. Breathe the air of the earth.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.