red wax Leaving pools of blood... Where is the place I used to hide Where are the hearts Once given to me And sweet voices...turn into sirens... Foretelling
red wax Leaving pools of blood Where is the place I used to hide Where are the hearts Once given to me And sweet voices...turn into sirens Foretelling
Traducere: Coroner. Sirene.
deep red wax Leaving pools of blood Where is the place I used to hide Where are the hearts Once given to me And sweet voices...turn into sirens Foretelling
