Перевод: Грамм. Хирургическое борьбе конечностей Нарушения на основные механизмы Sanguine Coagul.
Перевод: Neaera. Механизмы застоя.
Перевод: Necrane. Механизмы застоя.
The human race Like a chromatic stain Lost in concrete fields Hybrids of steel Mechanic god creation Enter Annihilation We are rendered obsolete Just
Leaden sky, a snowy lane The dateless willows standing stripped Weeping cry of mourning train An angel's waiting on the crypt Goodbye, my little child
Damn me! Real coin of sterling silver I found! Nip me! It was merely lying there on the ground! Felt boots with a coat I'm going to buy Furry mittens
Unending brakes All things around creep and fly The sun awakes Eroding black of morning sky I feel its pounce on my back So gruesome! I need to
Lightnings! The flaring claws Tight strings Of typhoon's bows Whiz, rave, howl The insatiable storm! Shrill, laugh, growl Like demoniac swarm! A tower
The countryside was left behind Some towers showed up The sleepy station heaved in sight My train came to a stop I take my bag and coat, I know it's cold
This sunny morning looks so nice And all is so refreshing She hears the ticking of her clock No sign of past depression But yet she feels it's not
Lay your head on a feathery moss Freeze your mind and drown in doss See the places you have never been let the magic begin Bountiful gilt Stained
So now I'm left alone Inside my dusky room The shades are slightly grown They grabble in the gloom Glissading by the window-sill Suspiring in the
This pair is fascinating They're looking really cool So nobby, so enchanting They're best students in the school They want to be the therapists They
You've done so much. So sick and tired… But nothing happened. You feel your time has passed in vain. It seems you've lost your star And broken all
How many days have passed since That crazy summer day I haven’t seen your face so far… What’s up with you today? It seems like everything is wrong I cannot
Grating gabble of clock Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission is
A naughty boy, a pretty girl The coolest lad and prom night queen A sleepy town, a country school The cruelest place you’ve ever seen The signs of
I. Sylphs I see the border of the wild wood An endless raving tide Electric view from altitude The forest spreading far and wide I'm staring on these