We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your
Превод: American Dream Гетсби. Shadow Of The Colossus.
We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your ankles
Bereft of life, feeling is nonexistent. organs melting pulling my psyche into an endless macrocosm of misery. Deconstruction leads to wellness. This
The radioactive spectrum was released in a solitary massively destructive blastwave. billions fall victim to the power of one soul being. The black hand
When summing up the existence of all human kind, There's simply one word that comes to mind, Labor. The Enslaver. A tractor beem to the grave, And your
of the world, they remain, Despite a warning. A hole is ripped in the fabric of time as the conjuring begins. Atrocious and depraved destruction is at hand, as shadows
These days famine reigns. A dark and cold silence lurks the streets. The departed lie rotting, pathogens feasting on the mountains of corpses. This plague
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The globe is a war-field. Desecrated contagion scattered throughout this harrowed land grinds beneath my feet like fallen leaves beneath a deceased tree
. Tremors rock the keep releasing Ico from his tomb. No more a prisoner of doom. He combs every corridor for life. Hunted by his shadows, the ethereal
Cattle in the slaughterhouse of the universe, a vast intermedian of emotionless souls. Force fed liquid lithium, the esophagus begins to melt, pouring
revealed. a moment later several shadow like creatures with humanoid forms appear and prepare to attack. he dismisses them with a wave of his ancient sword. after vanquishing the shadow
Extension of the being. This altered universe resides inside my mind, explaining the existence of space and time. An explosive rush engulfs me like fire