Shadows of Paragon

Digging, the dirt is cold. My hands are stiff, the mere smell makes me recoil. A taste of disgust, a vile stench, an empty shell. Hiding my face in shame, I wish I didn't have to see. Waves of regret breaking over me. This can't be me! I can see myse

In the deep, I find a mirror reflecting your face; it haunts me. Why did you give me these lesson to pass? I pass on your malice. 专辑:Through the Valley Within 歌手:Shadows of Paragon 歌曲:Parabellum