Fevereiro 09, 2020
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
Once upon a wasted soul
There was a girl, there were chains
Then there was a darkness
It burned like fire
Hello my darling love,
Please celebrate, you'll be better off this way.
The little girl was ready to go, she'd fought long enough.
The sky fell down on her,
The darkness burned her,
There was a fire and then, then there was nothing.