Gloomy sin ...
and if my niszczymy revenge on them?
meet them!
Well, that hides the sun wind madness already?
since the end of each sun tember
perhaps tempting madness face carefully wind dead?
shadows of the cross on the dog dreams
town house crying
Is not this the irony of fate that I secretly look at them?
spit heavily on fleeting loneliness lost blood
fights carefully transitoryi fatal shadows
you dream about...