If my child should die before me The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings Eyes alight insanely butchered Perverse drooling Horrific beyond restraint
If my child should die before me the sweetness of youth, a smile that sings eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling horrific beyond restraint
Tercüme: My Dying Bride. Yakalama Feathers (Demo).