Bài hát Catching Feathers Báo Lỗi

If my child should die before me

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings

Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling

Horrific beyond restraint

Lord of the dance, lust is murder for this brave man

High, slaughtering general in a white feathered army

Mort knows your name, his, before your time

I'd love to see you suffer, too much to be called a crime

The sweetness of youth, a smile that sings

Eyes alight insanely butchered, perverse drooling

You cannot even pray, for you have no god




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