upon my chest and echoing through my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees faster, then the softness of it's touch. Drowning my strength
played upon my chest and echoing through my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees faster, then the softness of it's touch. Drowning my
ترجمة: نوفمبر الموت. تضفي رغبتي.
