I Shalt Become
her demons
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It's left to parch... a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...
Select language to translate this lyric
It's left to parch... a thirsting man pleads,
(As promises of rain disappear)
His desiccated skin withers...
Your life means nothing to me...