scythe is raised he's eager to reap The extreme unction prepares for the last night But God knows where you will rest Dark are the veils of death To
is raised he's eager to reap the extreme unction prepares for the last flight but God knows where you will rest Dark are the veils of death To sail
Fordítás: Candlemass. Homályban A fátyol Of Death.
scythe is raised he's eager to reap the extreme unction prepares for the last flight but God knows where you will rest Dark are the veils of death To
scythe is raised he's eager to reap The extreme unction prepares for the last flight But God knows where you will rest Dark are the veils of death To