Слова:
Epica Burn To A Cinder

mind of a barbaric stranger? Eternal days awaiting for you to awaake, my avenger A cruel fate now condemns us to burn to a cinder Are we too late, running

of a barbaric stranger? Eternal days awaiting for you to awake, my avenger A cruel fate now condemns us to burn to a cinder Are we too late, running

mind of a barbaric stranger? Eternal days awaiting for you to awake, my avenger A cruel fate now condemns us to burn to a cinder Are we too late, running

of a barbaric stranger? Eternal days awaiting for you to awake, my avenger A cruel fate now condemns us to burn to a cinder Are we too late, running