Snowblood
The Year Of The Bastard
Egotism fills the room: the fix is inAn ode to vanity: all is surfaceLet the dead bury the dead: Deus Caritas EstBorn as a sacrifice, but I will kill all violenceRedemption comes to me on wings of fireLike a pierced soul, I bleed into the skyThe year of the bastard
From Letras Mania