Following the wrong God I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold North is closing down on me At high noon and here Fever, the northern lights of
the wrong god I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold North is closing down on me At high noon and here Fever, the northern lights of soul Keeps
Traduction: Père. Du Nord.
wrong god I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold North is closing down on me At high noon and here Fever, the northern lights of soul Keeps
Traduction: Le Zafiroz du Nord. Son père est arrivé.
your blood Can you hear the whisper of the sea? Will you sing the song for Northern wind? Is the wolf singing stroking your ears? The song of North is
