told me this is finally her death The storm of dust, made by human ash And structures are found The flames have scorched all remains Apocalypse, the slaughter's
me this is finally her death The storm of dust, made by human ash And structures are found The flames have scorched all remains Apocalypse, the slaughter's
Übersetzung: OLD MAN'S CHILD. Führt zu Utopia \\ Old Man Traum.