The black machination's noiz surrounds me
Hatred, Resentment and Despair.
and meaningless until blood dies.
The rain falls on my all scars.
Why cannot I get away from here?
The black machination's noiz surrounds me
Hatred, Resentment and Despair.
and meaningless until blood dies.
The rain falls on my all scars.
Why cannot I get away from here?
Under the moon rain Under the moon rain