Weeping in the name of the dark one, where I call revenge my great friend. The razor cut so deep, the feelings are cold, no reason to regret. All those years in the dark, negativity is my companion and the utopia of life was banished once more. The trace of blood is now upon the goat skull, the scent of candles burning in the dark, the sensation is just total pleasure through self torture, I can't describe the pain, the moment is unique... The moment is unique. It's my final grasp, the blood is upon the floor now, as I vomit and cum, my entrails are open... The gates are open. The mist of life is passing... I'm going through... There's nothing left...
I shed my blood for the one with horns.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
