4 acessos
Every time i hear your voice, it reminds me of the echoes. The torturous melodies a remittance to wake the dead.With the masses at the stare, im at a lost of words.
Yet your full of despair , in the end ill have my.in the end ill have my revenge.i will have you in my hands.I will show the world, what im worth.
Raising your head in victory.I wont be held down,i wont let you get the best of me.Serenade the queen, by suffocating her.She will be buried in the trenches.