give your soul to the devil but you know that you can. Cold where I roam, Tie these broken bones, Your every finger burns like salt in the wounds. Religious child, Delicious
to the devil but you know that you can. Cold where I roam, Tie these broken bones, Your every finger burns like salt in the wounds. Religious child, Delicious
Tulkojums: Charon. Reliģiskie / Delicious.
