within dead hearts a bleeding face of pain one voice sounds sobing with horror that grows expired, unsure and sweet doing prayers with decaying souls
a hell of self caused pain lewd paints harass me no heart was ever caught and cursed in such venial lust decay of dreammade fear overflows my tired
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this is the story of a king called Sardon, who ruled over a land called Usketnan long time before our history. at the beginning of our story you can
fat priests become the purulent flux of the church disfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the cross we hate this god before whom the pauper kneel steel
near autumn walls I'm seeking shadows dark fears - an anthem of this time damnation - the dreamers heart overflown with purple red melancholia of a dying
lonesome under stars tent walks through the silent hour boy wakes out of weird dreams his face decaying it seems crazed woman with open hair in the
lies and vice burn my head in obscure rooms rush of womans' robe turns me to stone in the door the nightly silhuette upon my head a rising shade of death
blood you open the door to into the bride's room it's the secret it's decay born from fleshe's deepest need rose upon my altar - i¦m the rose on your
Traduction: Darkseed. Shadowfields.
