Drones carry my body to the top of the mountain of gods carrion circle the corpse of pale faces ears sewn shut and poke like fingers towards the waiting
번역: 노인의 어둠. 우리의 머리 위를 종과 다크.
: Drones carry my body to the top of the mountain of gods carrion circle the corpse of pale faces ears sewn shut and poke like fingers towards the waiting