Trust Is A Bloody Wolf To Dream
Run Lies In Your Black Shadows
Trust, Joy And Time
With A Knight That Boilled From The Angst
Now I Smell Just What You're Quenching For
Where Is Thy Mausoleum?
Where Is Thy Tear?
My God, O Night Who Never Reigns Or Even Breaks Her Bodies!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
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