Πέμπτη 24 Ιανουαρίου
Είσοδος: €8
Ώρα Έναρξης 20:30
http://www.underworldclub.gr/events/200 ... yframe.htm
na pate
Πέμπτη 24 Ιανουαρίου
Είσοδος: €8
Ώρα Έναρξης 20:30
http://www.underworldclub.gr/events/200 ... yframe.htm
na pate
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Αυτό ωραίο φαίνεται. Ξέρουμε περισσότερες πληροφορίες για τα δυο συγκροτήματα;
and light it up forever, and never go to sleep
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
ωραιο ακουγεται το μαισπεης τους αλλα τι σκατα γκαρατζ ψυχεδελειες λεει το δελτιο τυπου
ENTIT: Και δαυτοι οι empty frame μια χαρα ακουγονται.
and light it up forever, and never go to sleep
Mallon epeidhs paizei k to kourafelkythro s'autous
molis pira minima upenthimisis apo to official fun club.
gia peite,tha pate?
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
ετσι λεμε, αν δεν υπερισχυσει ο παραγοντας βαρεμαρα.
and light it up forever, and never go to sleep
fan club poiwn?Originally Posted by pixies451
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
To diko ths
empty frameOriginally Posted by Moonspellheim
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
gia peite,pige kaneis?
eixe lao?
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
ΓΑΜΗΣΑΝ
This lovely lady got the thickness
Can I get a Hell Yeah
tous empty frame den tous eida.oi dogvilles gamisan pantws.se ligo tha postarw fwtos apo tous deuterous.
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.