Lars the Traitor
Lorenzo Mauri
Seregno, Lombardia, Italy
My own sense wash away, i let go of my eyes, grant me life beyond the veil, for this humble sacrifice, you're the next to float along, as we all grow insane, let the dreams pull you below, no more watchers will remain.
My own sense wash away, i let go of my eyes, grant me life beyond the veil, for this humble sacrifice, you're the next to float along, as we all grow insane, let the dreams pull you below, no more watchers will remain.
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Mogghy 14 Apr, 2023 @ 1:11pm 
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