Horror atque terror Quid faciebas, malefice Die irae, dies ille Sovet saeculum in favillam. Lost in the garden, with the blood on my hands, Captive of
Horror atque terror Quid faciebas, malefice Dies irae, dies ille Solvet saeculum in favillam. Lost in the garden, with the blood on my hands, Captive
Tercüme: Powell, Helen. Eden Nerede.
: This is the sonnet of the wretched Can you hear their screams? Your prayers won?t be heard They will rise When daylight dies they come and bring
This is the sonnet of the wretched Can you hear their screams? Your prayers won?t be heard They will rise When daylight dies they come and bring
