Vast and decayed, mourners of faded aspirations upon the colossal halls of rotten tragic shadows, their inner essence and wisdom like a tornado over my torn spectrum will always be the bleeding eye. Dreadful visions of an impending fear, and unbroken cycle, purified whti the stench of sadness, which leads me to a crimson inmolation, pain inmense and ritualistic. Lost years, faded illusions, bleeding dreams, all in one, at war with myself at the empire of Msach-EhtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
