His landscape has been scorned with death. Once a city now laid to ash. A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addictions by his side. Chased away, consumed from his fixations. This man's life went down in flames. Chased away from what he's created. His hunger grows There is no end to this life of fixations. Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell. He will remain a walking corpse as his legs will move forward For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave...
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
