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...