
Rossomahaar - What's Your Universe Built Upon
ΠΡΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Ρ: Rossomahaar
ΠΠ°Π½Ρ: ΠΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»
ΠΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ: 05:11
ΠΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΠΉΡ: 320 kbps
ΠΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΠΎΠ±Π»Π°Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»Ρ: Π¦ΠΠΠΠ‘
Π’Π΅ΠΊΡΡ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΈ
"We're Born Alone And We Must Face Death Alone Everyone must die Whether in pain or at peace Destruction and demise What a charming view Sufeer your salvation Enjoy my scornful pain Take a look at these haunted horizons Enflamed, enraged, disgusting In their beauty Aren't you fascinated? Scared to death almost dead Though fascinated Withering yet in hope The prophecy had not been fulfilled The spell had no been cast It's only life which suddenly ceased To exit finally and at last The mushroom clouds we avoked Sunset's and sundown's play with colors Of tremendous origin The plague we brought onto ourselves Engarved into a sullen sleep For a thousand of ages To awake and dream of a better living To cease and be avaken "Everyone must die Whether in pain or at peace We made our choice Our peace your pain Our beloved microcosm Your hatred universe
ΠΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΈ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Ρ Rossomahaar
34 ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°"ΠΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ" ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ ΠΠ»Π°Π²Ρ ΠΠΎΠΊΠΈ
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11 ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΎΠ²Π‘ ΠΠ½Π΅ΠΌ Π ΠΎΡΡΠΈΠΈ!
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