I Shalt Become
her demons
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It's left to parch... a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
Wählen Sie Sprache aus, um diese Lyrik zu übersetzen
It's left to parch... a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...