Into D.M.
Disarmonia Mundi
steep rocks in front of me a murmur by the wind and the sea eyelids closed, subconscious set I open my eyes and take the step the breeze washes my sins and now the night begins
steep rocks in front of me a murmur by the wind and the sea eyelids closed, subconscious set I open my eyes and take the step the breeze washes my sins and now the night begins