craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died
Our tounges they could not silence, with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I
Traduction: Cradle Of Filth. Ceux qui sont morts (retour à la Mélangez Sabbat).
