Sitting on my graveyard, under the mighty silver moon. Enclave with the low music of darkness, With all dead tunes. Reason why I cried, Reason why my eyes dried, Reason why am broken, is all I have ... Read More
Sitting on my graveyard, under the mighty silver moon. Enclave with the low music of darkness, With all dead tunes. Reason why I cried, Reason why my eyes dried, Reason why am broken, is all I have ... Read More
Sitting on my graveyard, under the mighty silver moon. Enclave with the low music of darkness, With all dead tunes. Reason why I cried, Reason why my eyes dried, Reason why am broken, is all I have ... Read More