Oh, Summer... blissful one Our disparate souls are fated to eternal separation Thou could turn the earth into dust if it were thy desire But thou art too careless and too oblivious to see our mother's ruins... upon its surface By J. Goth
Oh, Summer... blissful one Our disparate souls are fated to eternal separation Thou could turn the earth into dust if it were thy desire But thou art too careless and too oblivious to see our mother's ruins... upon its surface By J. Goth