Following the wrong God I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold North is closing down on me At high noon and here Fever, the northern lights of
the wrong god I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold North is closing down on me At high noon and here Fever, the northern lights of soul Keeps
Traducere: Tatăl. De Nord.
wrong god I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold North is closing down on me At high noon and here Fever, the northern lights of soul Keeps
Traducere: Nord Zafiroz. Tatal ei a ajuns.
your blood Can you hear the whisper of the sea? Will you sing the song for Northern wind? Is the wolf singing stroking your ears? The song of North is