When you're 16: it's a choice.
When you're older: it's nature.
When you're 16: it's a choice.
When you're older: it's nature.
Is this the land where sun brightly shines, is this the existence of a heaven's sign?
Is this the locus the hallowed focus, where grace love and harmony combine?
Rotting Christ - Nemecic
Who Am I? A son of northern darkness.
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