Holy Molar - Dungeons And Drag Queens (In 3 Measures) -1 Тексты

Oh, loathsome midnight dreary throught pit and bog, a forgotten road tis thee I fear of old. Hark! Thither a chateau! With hunting forbode it filled me. Yet it ruins. I hastened to it bleakly, reasons unclearly. Though still as death whilst my heart it beat with terror at this profound mystery I stumbled upon error.