Lletres:
Dekadent Manifestation Of Seasonal Bleeding

We were on the shore And the winds of change were blowing The sun was burning high above We were on the shore Our blood into the ocean flowing We drowned

Zlate medalje, prapor rdec osa je ubita izcuzan je med tema v ognju gori Mrtvo je seme prazen je cvet je travnik svoj pekel imel ostal je le pepel

There were Lights in the Dark and the Summer warmed the Air There's a Whisper of a broken Dream of Anger and Despair Was this meant for me? Was there

Ljubi te Mrtvak, ljubi te mrzla kri. Snubi te z zastrupljeno ro?o, ki v ranem jutru ne vzcveti. Poje ti ti?ina, nasilje v ustnicah drhti. Slika si -