Founds total 2 songs
Equilibrium
These are the days when we celebrate host and parasite. Bold are the words of the cold unfeeling neophyte. I live in a sick world without balance or sense of reality.
August
It was the spring when we met our renewal. And all around us was madness and ruin. As if awaiting it's prey. The ascending melee pulled the sun down. .
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