“ And shall this light turn thine children to ash!
Make my flesh a crystal, shining with its rays.
Infection shall grow with each and every word, until life continues,
to replace it with void… ”
by Kriegsmaschine, Prism
Make my flesh a crystal, shining with its rays.
Infection shall grow with each and every word, until life continues,
to replace it with void… ”
by Kriegsmaschine, Prism
