Shout 498
spit
wind fleeting encounters in lurid hyaena
shadows flee once again dog
spell out redemption always tempting hypocritical awareness
ephemeral escapes slaughter now from abyss
ravens has again repurchase Iron
lost heart destroys yet illusory past
City of hypocritical nostalgia kills
tempt vulnerable wolf damage
redemption shall cease to her mother!
suffer fatal
is it not they come from?
morning looking for the last time someone
scary sky always loses me
z?udnego on the tear is not expected ever
Is not this the irony of fate that it spit complete madness of life?