, through the mists, tragedy rides forth. The last laugh is mine. Man has made the neo-god. Man has made the neo-god. Unholy falseness infests. The final
Tercüme: Earth Crisis. Neo-tanrılar Of Fate.
shape, through the mists, tragedy rides forth. The last laugh is mine. Man has made the neo-god. Man has made the neo-god. Unholy falseness infests. The