Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold Why do I not escape Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold I'm the scourage of my self made walls Shadows
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold why do I not escape arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold I'm the scourage of my self made walls Shadows of
Превод: Шекспиров јунак. Certainty...corpses Bleed Cold.
: Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold why do I not escape arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold I'm the scourage of my self made walls Shadows
