Those words how higher in this end for all eternal silence in our dark cementery, for the rest of the life in the line of fire.
Who are you, devil to the heaven, If you say me the true I’ll trust in her soul.
And before tomorrow will be the end of all hope.
A crimson sky of your eternal death is my funeral song in the hell how in the earth, but...
Can you hear me? Not, We won’t kill them how they killed us.
And then the souls sing the song of the siren…
In my book you’re frozen in the words because the love is a fire in the road, and now tell me:
Why am I a human in this place of angels?
The dust is cold and the darkness in this night is beautiful because the shining moon is for us, our souls, our bodys, our blood this night will live in the dark universe…
For the heart (or in the heart) I once had a Word, a beauty Word but in the time I forgot to your name or maybe it was mine…
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