the id a stranger did I form A lily on the waters of a storm I always searched the mountain for the chasm The catalepsy caught within the spasm I can
Over and over constantly, I see the face smiling at me. It is a mere reflection of human wretchedness. Our sins bleed a smile upon the face. Corpse fucked
Vertimas: Taurė. Catalepsy Be Staccato Lietus.
Within the id a stranger did I form A lily on the waters of a storm I always searched the mountain for the chasm The catalepsy caught within the spasm
Non trovo giusto il trambusto, quando prendo posto non trangugio, ma degusto, a letto non la metto con il busto e non la frusto, non fisso l?abisso come
