Albert Bell / Music: Forsaken] This is my body; this is my blood From these dying whispers of a dying life I weave the Redeemer's darkest dream, A wish
Fordítás: A Forsaken. A Martyr imája.
Fordítás: Isten Forsaken. A Martyr imája.
invisible, to me, is irrelevant I know your heaven sent, straight to the virgin birth Gave me a second chance even after man's curse A third, a fourth, a fifth, and a