Quotes obtained by Elli, from varying medias.
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory;
Held in my purgaaatoryyyy!
All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory;
Held in my purgaaatoryyyy!
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory;
Held in my purgaaatoryyyy!
All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory;
Held in my purgaaatoryyyy!
All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory;
Held in my purgaaatoryyyy!
All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory;
Held in my purgaaatoryyyy!
Why are you trying to set me free...? Just leave me be!
Why are you trying to set me free...? Just leave me be!
Why are you trying to set me free...? Just leave me be!
Why are you trying to set me free...? Just leave me be!
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return;
To let us respire as torment unfolds!
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above!
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame!
We'll sift through the sands