The prophets of God have left you solaced indeed
A zombie
Some voices carry
Through the halls of laughter
As locusts are
Like an earthquake racing through the fault line
Silent stalkers creep
Ardor
Translated from the laguage of Vinnland (according to the official
“Confess… Witch“
I see the moon outside
With its evil grin
Watching
I will burn la condicion
Que me infecta
No es tu control
Que
Just when you thought it was over
The sky turned black
Somehow, I think I’m going home
Even though my friends can’t
Children carry out your voice,it really mattersCarry on about your
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