"The Son set's in the horizon, and the darkness takes over earth.
Shadows dancing in the corners of your sight. and the moon,
control by the lonely Diana, stais watching over thee
Obscure florest. Voices sepulcral's wispher in the soft wind, and far, the
howl of the wolfs may be ear, allmost unreal.
Wellcom the this world of darkness and desier. Where the obscure love,
the abudant luxary, e the burnig desier for hot flowing blood                                             
control evryone. Come walking with us trough the snoow, and
folow the trace of blood spread in side of the florest. Where She will
find us, and take us to a temptation. Wellcome to thee works.
Please stain for a wille, and delice yout self carnally."

In this unreal moment of paxion phatasmagoria
you will be implore, to contact me
with your rejection your suport to the exhibition
of the band more corrosive to the movement
Human Social...

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