August
September 2008
Sola går bak åse ned Skuggan' bli så lange Natte kjem snart atteved Teke meg i Fange
What a magical mystery feeling Dancing at the end of their silvery strings Almost human in size Like children with plague in their flesh These Puppets are oh so grotesque
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly
börjat fastna för Life Is Pain, och suicidal black metal överhuvudtaget.
The Scream is... ...The Plague Be On You! I Used To Run Trampling On The Little Heads -Cut Off- Spread Ripe On The Lawn We Had No Mother So We`Re Taking Turns In Being Her. You Were Visiting My Drea
hittade promobilder från dimmu borgir's nya platta idag.
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