Ephel Duath

I＇ve been swallowed by the plaything Born through my brainful ashtray, It stinks, pure on this laughable side. The will to skin, This gaping flourish encumbers. Last, poor unforeseeable shape. Now it＇s hard to end this incoherent, twisted dialogue. A

[ti:The Passage (Pearl Grey)] [ar:Ephel Duath] [al:The Painters Palette] [offset:0] [00:01.07]The Passage (Pearl Grey) - Ephel Duath [00:31.45]I've a thousand ways to ruin all, [00:33.92]But I'm walking to poor choices [00:36.79]A negative pulse will

Finally, Disharmony has a brilliant face. A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises Like this oblivion. It＇s so sweet to come across my holes again. Let it be removed to become your dress, Disdain will be your new order. The final turning seems to corrupt