April of bloodApril shatters the secrets of the night, rust in the darkness, hatred of those who cried.April covered by the exact lines of the cube of gold in the story, a song there columns of light when an actor diligent implored the star that fell with a paragliding in the past.In the nest of the bird, a silver coin,in the eye of the sky, the young man with the shoulders of blood.Over the raw herbs is a time old, nails blossoms, wolves lose the shadow of the carnivorous look.And the moon is a nest which had fallen all the months of the year, has remained April of blood in a scale.
Aprilie de sângeAprilie spulberă tainele nopții, rugina întunericului, ura celor care strigă. Aprilie acoperit de liniile exacte ale cubului ...