Friday the 13th, 1980: So I guess it's around here It all begins... Little boy Vincent sprung from the very North of North Raised by a pack of wolves, in the deepest of the forests... Got sick and tired of chewing on that same piece of wood and decided this place wasn't good enough... So he hopped on the back of an eagle, and flew right down to the capital of the world.
And it's here you meet him. In the glittering lights of the steady traffic. Adjusted to the thick pulse of the city, but still with soil under his fingernails. He now rips your collar... Holds you close, while he whispers sweet music in your ears. Music that has never lived before, but stained by the past, reincarnated to the present, while molding the future. 1...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
