When the darken nights staying at clouds which decorated with baroque to break through this world, taking part in the dancing party, following at witch and ghost, bloodsucker and dwarf, to ending every era by screaming with glorification. We smile in winter full of freshness and moist. The enchanted apple, the red in opium and blue of gentian dominate aesthetics although gorgeous but still would be decomposed. All of metal, punk, grim poem coming from ancient folk.
Formerly, i was the child of darkness.
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