May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 11: Der Sturz von Uriel - 2007-2008 Anath, Verschlingen Sie Mich
Tödliche Liebe
My witch How I weep for her To let her feast on me Slice me to pieces Take me raw But I flee Ever I flee Dionysian Now is the time of my fall Where I desiccate Burrowing into the shades of death Only wait my Anath Wait until spring Then Then you can devour me If you would reap this harvest © 2008, Mosquitobyte
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