Dark, burn glaze, I saw in her eyes, that night she would night stand by lies, engulfed she waits and treds for night, this corpse a demon, awaits, inside
Vertaling: Underneath The Gun. Disharmonisch.
: Dark, burn glaze, I saw in her eyes, that night she would night stand by lies, engulfed she waits and treds for night, this corpse a demon, awaits,
