cries Juices like wine Like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Juices like wine Like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Juices like wine Like
futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Born
Fordítás: Celtic Frost. Gyümölcslevek, mint a bor.
a futile fight Bound to storm, our minds wave Fervent to sail in deserts of mist Juices like wine, like the blood in the sands Juices like wine Born