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of mine... to the kingdom! The thunderer demons guards of sacred spot during those cold nights they found peace and consolation Between the gates of Pomeranian kingdom of magic
I won their goodwill with sacrifices. Horses carried me to the skies, White, beautiful steeds ... beloved. I was attacking brushwood violently I touched motherland... Percus ! Magic cirkles and black
of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic, this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle
To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle
apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle