As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin
Tulkojums: Cradle Of Filth. Zārku Lopbarības.
bleed As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin