Swallow your own scarred loss of inhibition Substance over consequence, and you don't mind Kill your thoughts Annihilate your senses Accept involuntary
Swallow your own scarred lose of inhibition Substance over consequence and you don't mind Kill your thoughts Annihilate your senses Accept involuntary
Vertaling: De herfst Aanbod. The Great Escape.
Act I: The Death of Balder Autumn came to an end And the first snow began to fall Balder's face was clouded The dreams of warning had called His mother
