And when I collapsed on the porch of your father's house You took my hand and quickly covered my mouth And said, "Now there won't be any last words.
: And when I collapsed on the porch of your father's house You took my hand and quickly covered my mouth And said, "Now there won't be any last words
Slaughter. Mayhem. Skeletons all around. Broken swords. Battlefields. I glimpse into no-man's land. We are all dead! Full moon rising towards the massive
Prijevod: Izvor. Ruševine ljepote (oda Art of Self Destruction, Epilog).