Her mother
NIP again with the fall of the Iron and transience burning redemption
We are always looking for the slaughter of my broken heart
leaving
blood only now remember about the omnipresent awareness
Redemption crowami between the city and you burn
before my heart cries and lost my wine ...
passing wind destroys rejected rose
blasphemous heart NIP between our defeat and the resignation shiftless tear the mortal body
loneliness...