December
January 2011
Less. . . . .
Cold as winter, strong as stoneShe faced the darkness all aloneA silver goddess, a reflectionA mirage, a recollectionNo return, no turning backThe past is gone, the future blackSerpents gather in thei
Look at the shoes your filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the doubt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we've followed Loo
Jag och syrran hade tråkigt igår xD
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