Pärnu saab Shape of despair In the mist
Shape of despair In the mist Slow mine feet are, frozen their veins. Still closing helplessly afar, waking the creatures within. I am a lonely traveller, awaiting to sleep eternally. Under those cold woods, as my fall brings them. Shadows of their wings, as howling their pleeds. Wounded, i lay on ground listening their needs It s dark and cold and they fly slowly the way they were told. To feast mine fleshly dreaming. And they know surely, they raped mine soul.
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