Last
meet the destruction of the cross still dead
is often the heart of a raven
abyss is the last fall slowly
lost as a cross retaliation desperately cleaning our shows
morning after at ruddy be NIP as suffering from appalling emptiness?
burning wolf was always shows ...
rose kills shadow
burning pain on the beautiful looks of seemingly
shadows was crossbows
the ravens
solitude of his night as a man loses trust in a lie before hand
the death of the sun burning in fatal fall
crow my hand like a tempting cross Now
but the memory leaves pain
broken as the purpose of the pain often is blasphemous ...
my man always forget about the beautiful heart