Your lying
we like the cross on the death angel is looking for wounds
purpose of the all-pervasive suffering
fleeting dreams forget about you
with no one mad night of NIP
dark as a tear fear of ghosts crossbows slaughter
forgot about the fatal damage to the blood
heart dreams of running out before the fault of the Iron crimes
to sin
I see!
world is still a lonely time
strange cries appetence
and still see...