Вершы: Enochian Crescent. Bonedancer.
The Shattering sky and Soaring Blackness
Torn by the wind, my eyesight Fails
Centennial Blood-Feud, The Craft of War
Transcend even Death itself
Cut Down the humble, Cut Down the meek
Cut Down the pious,
Torn by the wind, my eyesight Fails
Centennial Blood-Feud, The Craft of War
Transcend even Death itself
Cut Down the humble, Cut Down the meek
Cut Down the pious,
Enochian Crescent
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