Wormhole Testo

Grace appear our own
I trust my eyes
I watched her planning
I closed my eyes

Along desires, the waves
It keeps a coat on you
The strength

Here on the blood now Come to my hand
Here on the wild
I took your own hell
I pray again you’ll ask with all your face
But I recognize the aura that makes

Find the throttle
The target thrown
The starting fire
Find out the cold
And you’ll see everything again
I do, I want one hint again