Texty:
Novembers Doom A Dirge Of Sorrow

twilight...Alone. Now I speak to your grave in a childish voice as a burning passion entwines me. An elephant caught in the spiders web, I'm at a loss

twilight...Alone. Now I speak to your grave in a childish voice as a burning passion entwines me. An elephant caught in the spiders web, I'm at a loss