Of the ambience, of the poem... It darkens my soul to revel with the beast of alter ego Blind belief... Burning in the aura of our satanic inspires Just a river Flow of the pleasures we trap inside Passing by in the endless seas of sadness...
Of the ambience, of the poem... It darkens my soul to revel with the beast of alter ego Blind belief... Burning in the aura of our satanic inspires Just a river Flow of the pleasures we trap inside Passing by in the endless seas of sadness...