They are the trees Rotten pulp inside, never well Roots are sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension, harlequin forest
They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension Harlequin forest
Preklad: Opeth. Snívanie / Harlequin les.
hope They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension Harlequin forest
