blackest light burns brightest now. Lust for your demise. Oppressor, death claims you. For every hour, death makes you weak. Into the thrones of agony
Превод: Кървенето Чрез. Престола на агония.
This blackest light burns brightest now. Lust for your demise. Oppressor, death claims you. For every hour, death makes you weak. Into the thrones of agony