Besedila:
Carpe Tenebrum Mirrored Hate Painting

And she leaves you, sees you, weeping as you thought you saw the storm, callous colours of drawings without seeing in, the negativity a lie and the

The ocean reaps with nothingless pain, for foreign godless pass my entity sees another pray, swirless of desolate concealment rides the waves, where

familiar... The drain realms suffocate the power generates the look sees beyond and you want to touch his painting his painting... but the liquid is poison the poison poisonous as the mirror