Laulunsanoja:
With Passion In The Midst Of Bloodied Soil

has been left behind. Desire the words from he who speaks greater than all with dark crestfallen vows. Words from the wise; the death of the right. The blood

theory, a scripture you come to me for everything your blood thickens from your suicide I see your shadow everywhere I can see your eyes, so dark, start crying your blood

defeat. To seize the day upon the land he once reigned; now buried within. Now he lies there breathless and withering from no memories. His spirit dies but his blood