The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I thought
译文: 墨菲斯踢反弹球. 粗鲁的觉醒.
: The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I