On a mountain he sits, not of gold, but of sin
Through the blood, he can learn see the life that it turn
From council of one he'll decide when he's done
With the innocent on his face is a map of the world
A map of the world, on his face is a map of the worldPerjantai 09.12.2011 12:28
Syön kuumaa salmiakkiaTiistai 30.09.2008 18:02