Of the primeval priest's assumed power when eternals spurned back his religion and gave him a place in the north obscure, shadowly, void, solitary
Eternals, I hear your call gladly, dictate swift winged words, and fear not to unfold your dark vision of torment."
Impia Tortorum longos his turba furores sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit. Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro, mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.