Of the ambience, of the poem...
It darkens my soul to revel
with the beast of alter ego
Blind belief...
Burning in the aura
of our satanic inspires
Just a river
Flow of the pleasures
we trap inside
Of the ambience, of the poem...
It darkens my soul to revel
with the beast of alter ego
Blind belief...
Burning in the aura
of our satanic inspires
Just a river
Flow of the pleasures
we trap inside