Saturday 5 March 2011 photo 1/1
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the fire dies on its own
leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone
I think that something is out there waiting
anticipation has grown
the air as black as can be
can't even see that my hand is in front of me
I'm overhearing a whisper "they won't escape until the blood is set free
leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone
I think that something is out there waiting
anticipation has grown
the air as black as can be
can't even see that my hand is in front of me
I'm overhearing a whisper "they won't escape until the blood is set free
Annons