Текст и слова песни I Shalt Become – Her Demons
It's left to parch... a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
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