Emitec

[Poem by Jonas Deroueche]

How extravagant my shadow,
In october five times my height
Hence my silhouette's grandeur,
A reflection of lost glory

Splendid seed sowed in spring,
In november harvested wine of sorrow
The sap contaminated lifeblood forever,
Bliss my souls' inmost growth

Losowe piosenki:
Don't Be Afraid
I Don't Want the Money
That Didn't Hurt Too Bad
Where Do You Think You're Going
What's This
To Sing For You
You've Got A Crush On Me
Pagan Saviour
R.I.P