Letras
Red lights?
No.
We are the children of the dead.
We are forsaken.
We are mistaken.
The grave is a distant rumor to the the young and the ones that refuse to see.
Red lights?
No.
We are the children of the dead.
We are forsaken.
We are mistaken.
The grave is a distant rumor to the the young and the ones that refuse to see.