Encroaching evening skies Die with such tragedy And those interred in cold graves Dwell on pleasures to be In deep hysteria Where our legend still breathes Through sweet death and thereafter Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed!
Encroaching evening skies Die with such tragedy And those interred in cold graves Dwell on pleasures to be In deep hysteria Where our legend still breathes Through sweet death and thereafter Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed!