Aaron Banstrunkantz
Astrink
You don't understand, like a virgin angel standing in desperation
Like a pure lake of misantrophy and sorrow
The eagle's song or the soul scream
The corpse of your death hope, standing there
Something else is there
You don't understand, like a virgin angel standing in desperation
Like a pure lake of misantrophy and sorrow
The eagle's song or the soul scream
The corpse of your death hope, standing there
Something else is there