Автор: Mr. Strange

up from grave I come to break the spell slept with corpses scraped dry blood from veins dark clouds above

An innocent little girl, Hungry for wisdom, But she searches in places so unsafe, Unaware, and uncautious A dark and

«Obscure forces of the shadows I call you!» I’m the one who raped the children of Abel I am the

Innocent games of unwritten spells as a child, animals are companions and mentors, and the moon my night side mother.

The Draining — Remix How deep is your sleep? That I may not interrupt your turbulent dreams? Disrupting the sanity

My wrathful cries of anguish Filled that dismal night I tore at my flesh and drank my crimson tears When

aine: ‘Alone in the darkness I can hear The sweetest voice Whispering words of surcease And I rejoiced! Who would

Black clouds fill the day sky In the primitive lands of Nod As the two sons of Adam offer up