8 acessos
May when storms come
Find no shelter
My mark on your forehead 'till the end
Marked by fire
Cursed by water and earth
May the air you breathe burn trough thy veins
I'll write this symphony
To break thine heart
And curse thy soul
Bring you insanity
Cold wings shall tear apart thine heart
In flames of hate you'll burn
That I shall light with my own hand