Philosophers of the modern world, You dare to challenge me Those who will foil me us such weaponsas I do.
I am the king for those who must kneel. Out of this darkness such pleasures you feel I am the serpent out nothing created. Giving shape to fear through tempation.
Blazeheart
Holding a canelabrum In the uphigh towerchamber where the walls are dressed with scarlet velvet Winds blow from east to west as the forest weeps.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.