Скот Lyrics & Chords By Беспамятство

Vastness and watching at the crest of night seeing in blue hole grows yawning. Swept above the hills roll over the water I call low wild hunt to the ocean. ...read more

Oh, my love, my ancient son angry at everyone mouth full of thorns pulled from nature's back yeah, we'll never forget that Born on an ancient day named with an ancient name ...read more