歌詞:
Wrath Of Vesuvius The Portals Through Ophiuchus

, tangling all around. Intertwining and connecting to a memory chip, artillery that was once useful now has zero significance. A virus is soaring through

Frantically pacing as the last grains fell through the hour glass. A motion of hands to the frontal view to see if perception is in tact. It occurred

Another dim day, pacing through the catacombs of the so called world. The only thing that remains is the crows that hover the streets. The world was

An assortment of greed, lies, and hate have filled the platter and are being indulged with an envious spoon, wanting to want, striding to portray a presentable