night could not come So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went away And fed the empty galleries With the artifacts of the black rain Sunken into
night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away and fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken into
Tercüme: In Flames. Black Rain Of Eserleri.
but night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away and fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken