Ankomst by deadstars

We are dead stars, social-star death ... it was our prince who spread chaos and onions! When will destroy our guitars and drums, and we know have died, causing restrictions. It was beautiful, so inhumane.

This is a wonderful collection of passion and fire use and reiterated many long nights crying. Ultimately, the devil, and the guitar smiskad nermald. But no one can prepare creative, monster machine! Eternal night was still young, has not yet started running.

This is from outer space, who came up with the stench and tools, shovel oil belt, iron, steel, and indisputable bad story of how the machine came to Earth! But trolls can kill people. Finally just meat.

This is a wonderful fresh wound, can be used for the album. Keep away from children.