Lįttu mig fį aftur Berlķnarmśrinn, Stalķn og heilagan Pįl

Eg hef séš framtķšina bróšir:

It is murder.

Things are going to slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned the order of the soul
When they said REPENT I wonder what they meant

 


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