Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song Demons born of man?s sickest desire Those of the darkness spawned Fires of Hell I stoke thee high
O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's sickest desire, those of the darkness spawned. Fires of Hell, I stroke thee
Překlad: The Black Dahlia Vražda. Tmy plodil.
