A deadly suffering filled with pleasure. A necessity giving you the breath of life. Behind the black mask... Beyond the night. In silent solitude one
Dark autumn... Sweet misery. I whisper and softly embrace you. As dark silhouettes we drift into the night. Pale images summons the night. In nightly
Prijevod: Pokajnik. Drevni Očaj.
Prijevod: Pokajnik. Očajavati.
