Astrink
Aaron Banstrunkantz
You don't understand, like a virgin angel standing in desperation Like a pure lake of misantrophy and sorrow The eagle's song or the soul scream The corpse of your death hope, standing there Something else is there
You don't understand, like a virgin angel standing in desperation Like a pure lake of misantrophy and sorrow The eagle's song or the soul scream The corpse of your death hope, standing there Something else is there