Lover of all
face the Apocolypse
you fade away under the black rain
and flowers remain flowers to step on
flowers to burn Am I ready for the god below
red flesh to penetrate my skin
to steel my soul away
to the grave I seek
until I'm feeling weak But there's fire
in my heart, in my eyes
in his body, in his eyes
and in his lovely kingdom.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
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