Testo di Desolate Predictions

Possessed from the first wicked, so few climb beyond what's mortal Distance prayers show distance dreams. Why count, you bury all Will sense show for you the next Time cracks limbs of understanding Why count, you bury all Force out you Pity vomit will Cast you as a plague Female moans, come to me In all distance glory, fire shall revile For a moving body, a guided soul Yes. I'm inside. Will you ever forget Holy sensation, your sweet connection Receives it all I force on you my demon power