: [Caliban] What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart. Fading lust, a flower made of stone,
[Caliban] What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart. Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten
Übersetzung: Caliban. Sundays Words.