Texty:
Dark Age Black September

feels so real to believe that I heal No, I am your black September Unfaithful cries in unfaithful times Father, fake the colours I preach them every day Black

" The wise woman takes the bone and points at me: Who am I to be? Not a single word trips from my lips so I start to dance Whilst the dark crone holds

only way he knew how - in a 2 foot by 2 foot wire mesh cage on a diet of mash, crumbles, pellets and egg booster One clear September day during the