to savato
sto stone
nomizw eisodos 5euro+mpyra
auta
miasma
bohemian grove
to savato
sto stone
nomizw eisodos 5euro+mpyra
auta
miasma
bohemian grove
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.
gia enaa dekato toy deyteroleptoy moy kophke h anasa. mexri na diabasw dld oti meta to "&" den akoloy8ei "The carusel of headless horses"
Ti lene aytoi oi Miasma?
μπλακ, θεατρικο καπως (διαψευστε με αν κανω λαθος). εχουν κι ενα dvdακι.
Expect poison from the standing water
Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beatThe damage has been done- irreparable and all-encompassingNature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won’t have to burn the booksWHEN NOONE READS THEM ANYWAY!
sorry ksexasa na valw ta links, ekana edit.
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.
Μίαζμα κάνουν ωραίο χαβαλέ στα λάιβ από ό,τι έχω δει στο διβιδί, στο οποίο επίσης κάπου έχουνε βάλει κρυφό βιντεάκι του Φίφη. Χοαχοαχο.
Την εστία γιατί την ξεχάσατε? Πάλι στο βρωμομάγαζο δηλαδή? Άσε που έχει και live στο παράρτημα το Σάββατο...
...when worms are granted wings, angels have to crawl...
pes ta fotare...
Poverty, depression, power and despair Conditioned inside and out to the point of no return by a world not crafted by hands of our own yet still we march in step to the cadence of its irregular beatThe damage has been done- irreparable and all-encompassingNature is as archaic word that could never explain this mess Worlds become obsolete like ideas and they won’t have to burn the booksWHEN NOONE READS THEM ANYWAY!
kai ta lege o fotis.
SKATA STO STONE gia alli mia fora (auti einai sigoura i teleutaia pou paw). me tin apisteuti koroidia tous: e! paidia!! den exei eisodo!!
kai afou mpeis: exei elaxisti katanalwsi 5euro i mikri mpira. gamw to xristo sas kwlozwa.
bohemian grove kaloi, mporousan kai kalitera omws. ixos metrios.
gia tous miasma arxizw na pisteuw oti to kanoun gia plaka, diakomodontas to mplakmetal klp. an einai ontws etsi itan ok (oso eida, oxi pws antexa parapanw). apla elpizw na min ta pisteuoun auta pou kanoun.
a nai, skotwsan kai to come to the sabbat(h!!!) apo black widow!
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.