Автор: Mr. Strange

Her majesty is crying tears of ice cold rain. I see my brazen brothers come to claim their hill and

Oh, thou enlightened lover, come roll with me. Oh my fiercest lover, come roll with me. All my life I’ve

Black Face, White hands, Bloody Tears White Face, Bloody Hands, Holy Eyes Die Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

deceased not dead my fire burns procession of my rotting worms heads in hand and silent moans rotting cloth remains

Eerily howling winds Hear the wolves cry Cries of hunger Cries of hate The ruler in the forest Below the

Watching the universe evaporate into aloof depths As the realm of desolation unfolds itself to me My existence now is

I was born in the sign of Racea From lakes of fire I rose Born in flames to unleash Armageddon

A beginning brings forth questions. Answered are these with lie upon web. Shiver, does the child draped in it’s disgrace.