Cradle Of Filth The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow May dreams be brought that I might reach... the gentle strains of midnight speech and frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow Volkh's children come to run with me, to hunt as one to snatch the lambs of christ from where they fall... |
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