08-28-2004, 10:36 AM
Niestey, bogowie odchodzą, a na ich miejsce przychodzą różne gówna i inne ns'y.
Northern wind take my song up high
To the Hall of glory in the sky
So its gates shall greet me open wide
When my time has come to die
Northern wind take my song up high
To the Hall of glory in the sky
So its gates shall greet me open wide
When my time has come to die
Follow It's Call
Follow the Freezing Moon
Follow the Freezing Moon

