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Vader Carnal

I tasted the fever of your existence Seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away Transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA, that I may see

[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Pawel Wasilewski] I tasted the fever of Your existence Seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away Transmuting

Traducere: Tatăl. Carnal.

Traducere: Tatăl. Carnal.

Traducere: Tatăl. Carnal.

: [And was not Man created from the blood of Kingu, commander of the hordes of] [the Ancient Ones? Does not Man possess in his spirit the seed of rebellion

[The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of] [misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley, he is now

[And was not Man created from the blood of Kingu, commander of the hordes of] [the Ancient Ones? Does not Man possess in his spirit the seed of rebellion