The wreckage of my soul
Wander on the city
I was crying out
For the last vestige
Your soul burnt me
I want to release all
The depth of my own
deadly nightmare
XXIII: Wanderer
The wreckage of my soul
Wander on the city
I was crying out
For the last vestige
Your soul burnt me
I want to release all
The depth of my own
deadly nightmare
