Laulunsanoja:
Crimson Armada The Guardians

lifted. The symphony has grown silent with distaste from the grime its sound produces and its elegance in waste. I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians

"I burned in the Garden of Paradise!" A lifetime of disbelief is now shackled by its throat. For he never turned unto the gates but burned it down with

Brace yourself. The towers arch over our heads. The signs inching down our necks carve the path of our existence. No obelus could be printed in the temple

God give me strength, you know I need it. Say \"Submit to me!\" And I'll concede. And when the crow rusts, water will follow in combust. The veins of

We're always searching for the answer be it disclosed in lion's heart. He smiles as the claimer of freshly driven carnal parts. This bastard has but

lifted. The symphony has grown silent with distaste from the grime its sound produces and its elegance in waste. I've grown blind to my eyelids they are the my guardians