Story: Demons
When the days are cold,
And the cards are fold,
And the saints we see are all made of gold.
When your dreams all fail,
And the ones we hail,
Are the worst of all,
And the blood's run stale.
No matter what we breed,
We still are made of greed,
This is my kingdom come,
This is my kingdom come.
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| Titel Nieuwste eerst | Woorden | Gelezen | Aangepast | Prologue | 8 | 120 | 1 decennium geleden | Demon 1 | 402 | 161 | 1 decennium geleden | Demon 2 | 417 | 131 | 1 decennium geleden |
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