* I felt a cold breeze in my ear.*
It whispered me a plan to know .
That a blade I shall use as a bow .
And my wrist as the strings I should play
*The melody of death today. *
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
* I felt a cold breeze in my ear.*
It whispered me a plan to know .
That a blade I shall use as a bow .
And my wrist as the strings I should play
*The melody of death today. *