A Whisper Underneath the Bark of Old Trees - Nargaroth
I found no solution*In the truthThat my madness can be curedI found no wisdomIn the songsThe elders sung to meI stared through diamondsOh so coldSaw young beauty grow oldBleeding promises renewed with old liesIn the glare ofBurning skiesKann ich dennKann . . . 阅读详情