of thunder, scared? No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature Her caress it soothes and brings me joy Kneeling to the rainfall Wind's whispers beckoning Inhaling the sweet
of thunder, scared? No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature Her caress it soothes and brings me joy Kneeling in the rainfall Wind's whispers beckoning Inhaling the sweet
Oversættelse: Anathema. The Sweet Suffering.