Seven boys of age so young and Seven girls so innocent Forced by the tip of a bow strung Then thrown of the ship for imprisonment
In honor to the god of the sea His wife bearing the offspring of the bull Proclaimed to slay the bull was he With appetite for flesh of men so pitiful
The working and creations of the cleaver worker In the darkest depths of the maze preys the lurkerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
