Teksty:
Notre Dame Daughter Of Darkness

Couldn't look at her, I rushed up the stairs to the pinnacles top My lady is dead, you newborn murderess, there held the bundle high Overhead unto the wind, only thunder gods witness My daughter

Couldn't look at her, I rushed up the stairs to the pinnacles top My lady is dead, you newborn murderess, there held the bundle high Overhead unto the wind, only thunder gods witness My daughter