4 acessos
Deliver your madness descent the grace
Suffer the darkness with joyful hate
All devotion a fusion of madness
Twist, Nail, Torture
No pain or sign of sorrow
No age or narrow death
No ending or coming evil
Deliver your madness descent the grace,
Suffer the darkness with joyful hate
All devotion a fusion of madness
Twist, Nail, Torture
[Epilogue:]
my thoughts rest in silence
my self fall into emptiness
into delirium's nights
It goes where midnight frosts my eyes