skin And the unbecoming nature in which it clenched your mind Was it I who thrust the blade through your back rethink this question For it was you who
, and the unbecoming nature in which it clenched your mind. Was it I who thrust that blade through your back? Rethink this question, for it you self-destructed
Tulkojums: Tā Dies Šodien. Tilti Kreisais Burning.
skin, and the unbecoming nature in which it clenched your mind. Was it I who thrust that blade through your back? Rethink this question, for it you self
