Oh, our God Satan
The blackflight of our lives and the all:seeing eye
highest being of the shadow realms
hear, and receive my prayer
Lucifer! The fallen star of the cosmos
Burn away my vanity
Make me pure for you,
as a golden bowl of your spirit
here in the cathedral of the victorious angel
In the black vaults of your temple
With prayers I light the incense
In front of your immense void
Give me your flame
so I can burn as a torch for your glory
for the devotion smouldering in me is great
love that will never die
The path of dedication...
to the infinite emptiness
Lucifer! The fallen star of the cosmos
Burn away my vanity
Make me pure for you,
as a golden bowl of your spirit
here in the cathedral of the victorious angel
In the black vaults of your temple
With prayers I light the incense
In front of your immense void...
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai