As the moon hides itself in a black cloud, a suffering soul is screaming out loud.
Death of night oh, death of night
take me with you, let wrong be right.
Bring me pain, almighty pain
and let me never be the same.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
As the moon hides itself in a black cloud, a suffering soul is screaming out loud.
Death of night oh, death of night
take me with you, let wrong be right.
Bring me pain, almighty pain
and let me never be the same.
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