Sustained in Desolation
Disciples of Mockery
I have a perverse criteria, impurious over you In my sardonic mood, absolution in turpitude Embrace my conquest, endure my conquest Desolation sustained in multitude Post apocalypse!
I have a perverse criteria, impurious over you In my sardonic mood, absolution in turpitude Embrace my conquest, endure my conquest Desolation sustained in multitude Post apocalypse!