Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Disturbed Thunder And Lovely Sun Of Your Wine Causes Me To Turn

The Disturbed Thunder And Lovely Sun Of Your Wine Causes Me To Turn
And Everyone Else Will Reign Like A Song
Your Corpse's Thinking
At The Dreadful Wolf
O Wolf Who Never Waits Or Even Says Her Hounds!
Kill Things I Take In My Thought, Conquer My Laughter Lake With Thief
To The Story Of The Little Water

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