Intro
Holymarsh
A pain, a dissociation and an idea that have harasses me Blood, tears and hatred before my face A lot of words that lost their true meanings My flaming anger and destruction is also disappearing All of them would be dust
A pain, a dissociation and an idea that have harasses me Blood, tears and hatred before my face A lot of words that lost their true meanings My flaming anger and destruction is also disappearing All of them would be dust