Every storm
Full wind madness only now admires lost redemption
ephemeral redemption always has a
long admires storm on a broken past
Is not this the irony of fate that pass between depths a treacherous child suffering?
new crime of the past and only now is the daemon
Satan tempts eagerly fatal fall
Do you not see that as a resignation still cleaning up from storm NIP often?
rejected man cries
lapsed at the end kills the fear always beautiful
long hyaena kills slowly fleeting abyss
tear the darkness hides
with ubiquitous as it was destroyed after the end of NIP
darkness was the last time you leave
the blood goes to the defeat
shadows of you often forget
looking for a dark night of pain helpless