Under the violent moon light
Fog creeps into the vast lands
Winds blows across the gray forest
A ****** of crows flies by,filling the skies like a black mask
The blasphemy has a catastrophic picture
The Demi God's are pleased
Souls will rise, within the darkness
The torment is never ending
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Under the violent moon light
Fog creeps into the vast lands
Winds blows across the gray forest
A ****** of crows flies by,filling the skies like a black mask
The blasphemy has a catastrophic picture
The Demi God's are pleased
Souls will rise, within the darkness
The torment is never ending
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