Only dead birds fly, among all the dark clouds. The silence is so loud, only dead birds sing.
800 corpses rot together. No sun shines, everyone here is dead.
The fog surrounds them, the air is hard to breath. I am so alone here. Among those who died. The ground is drinking from the wounds of the dead. The air is filled with the stench of those who still rot. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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