That Son of Angels’ Sorrow (Abandoned Offering)
Never was it for sale.
Never was it for trade.
Guarded by the oath of the army of love, against all self-loving.
On the dirt, dripping and dying; a bleeding heart.
Silent Cry To The Saviour Angels
nothing, but some scratches of one's journey
Never was it for sale.
Never was it for trade.
Guarded by the oath of the army of love, against all self-loving.
On the dirt, dripping and dying; a bleeding heart.