┉ The sounds of bile wandering across this horizon bring with them the sacrileges I have committed.
And they accumulate, sliding away with the strong lash of the high tide as if suddenly the gray world had turned into a blackened wasteland.┉
And they accumulate, sliding away with the strong lash of the high tide as if suddenly the gray world had turned into a blackened wasteland.┉
┉ The sounds of bile wandering across this horizon bring with them the sacrileges I have committed.
And they accumulate, sliding away with the strong lash of the high tide as if suddenly the gray world had turned into a blackened wasteland.┉