The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams
There are butchered christisn priests
Falling in the common grave
Blood of christ paints my face.
Disgraced godly thoughts,
Thousand believer's souls
A burning church brings me jyoy,
Many believers affection burns in there.
...Where The Darkness Always Reigned
текст песни Sear BlissКомментарии:
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