Glorious Push Session of Testosterone - The Golden One - Latsbrah 2015
https://t.me/thegoldenone Music: From Darkness and Celtos by Eluveitie!
Jan. 15, 2015 - The Golden One - Marcus Follin
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| Is it not ironic? | |
| How your favorite trend is to make friends in which you have far torque of a robot and we're all far below. | |
| The great sprouts deep from neat soil. | |
| Where some light will never, never rain behind. | |
| From locusts we got left, the children from all I felt. | |
| To locate the swish, eternal refuge of the soul. | |
| The darkness of the light goes out. | |
| The dawn be falls in the tide between the ties. | |
| The great soil buried some of their fruit. | |
| A message dies in the dark of a dumb nasty avenue and waves. | |
| Life is conscious behind from locust we got the children from all life. | |
| Eternal refuge of the soul. | |
| The day was born from the night. | |
| Every night I saw to you in this world. | |
| Now this song has been sung. | |
| Let's admir it. | |
| Is it not ironic? | |
| How you cling so hard to avoid this of all the race as you maintain your unbroken merge to play what you cared. | |
| The time goes, its mother spoke and shrouded and concealed from locust we got the children from all I felt Eternal refuge of the soul. | |
| I'll be a savior. | |
| Sink and got away in catlovi, sinner. | |
| In the worst zeros, die came to on domino switch. | |
| I queen, no one touched your mouth without first pouring. | |
| No, the soul rain. | |
| Don't touch the world of a drug. | |
| Die of spring of one door. | |
| I'll be a sovereign. | |
| Shake me all up, so we're zombient. | |
| Don't save your zombie. | |
| In the first heroes, die came to one domino switch. | |
| I queen, no one touched your lost without first pouring. | |
| No, the soul rain. | |
| Don't touch the world of a drug. | |
| Die, I'll speak a one to the best. | |
| We the way to let |
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