in these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to dark medieval times And bring forth to the domains of Satyricon Two great spears and
Fitlhgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner unknown to remorse and pity cynical, electrical fucking murderer What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the Unholy
Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kalde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de pakaller Dypets makter
Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ? Mother north - your fields are bleeding Memories...The Invisible Wounds pictures that
A rotating silvercolored plateau, drops that dance down the columns Blue, cold and the raging starwind glowing colors at fearful speed indistnct pictures
