Well that wine?
They go
suffering has a perversion of dreams
like a hot wind yearning killing purification of iron
Well that goes for your sin, a crime?
the blood of a child fighting with me
forgotten past naively forgot about Satan transitory
pain elusory time is weeping ...
the sky as the sun hidden skrwawionego wolf again
since the last time looking for a forgotten storm tear the sun like crazy
void sees awfully lonely fear
strange shadows pass
although it probably destroys the flame
alone among his burning jet and wind treacherous morning
Rani at home rose ruddy corpse
dream
Hidden in silence hides the child ephemeral blood