Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Gold Frankincense And Myrrh. Agăţându-se de Copaci unui incendiu Forest. Songs Of Hope bolnave şi Disperare. Aur tămâie şi smirnă.
... You have no pride, no sense of friendship. Thank you for nothing. I regret hearing your word. As false as the priest you condemn. A hand a gun the word
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