« On the blackest plains in hell's domain. We watch them as they go. In fire and pain, now once again we know. So now we fly ever free, We're free before the thunderstorm on towards the wilderness. Our quest carries on far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls. So far away we wait for the day for the light source so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days through the fire and the flames we carry on.
On a cold winters morning in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal rain. We ride towards the fight when the darkness is falling down. And the times are tough alright. The sound of evil laughter. Falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell. Bodies wasted on the shores »
They're playing tag. How nostalgic. (ep 6) Referring to Lambo and I-Pin chasing each other Tsuna, you're really such a funny guy! The Shigure Souen Style is completely flawless and invincible! HOMEEEEEEEEE RUUUNNNNNN!!!!!
« On the blackest plains in hell's domain. We watch them as they go. In fire and pain, now once again we know. So now we fly ever free, We're free before the thunderstorm on towards the wilderness. Our quest carries on far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls. So far away we wait for the day for the light source so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days through the fire and the flames we carry on.
On a cold winters morning in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal rain. We ride towards the fight when the darkness is falling down. And the times are tough alright. The sound of evil laughter. Falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell. Bodies wasted on the shores »
They're playing tag. How nostalgic. (ep 6) Referring to Lambo and I-Pin chasing each other Tsuna, you're really such a funny guy! The Shigure Souen Style is completely flawless and invincible! HOMEEEEEEEEE RUUUNNNNNN!!!!!
« On the blackest plains in hell's domain. We watch them as they go. In fire and pain, now once again we know. So now we fly ever free, We're free before the thunderstorm on towards the wilderness. Our quest carries on far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls. So far away we wait for the day for the light source so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days through the fire and the flames we carry on.
On a cold winters morning in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal rain. We ride towards the fight when the darkness is falling down. And the times are tough alright. The sound of evil laughter. Falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell. Bodies wasted on the shores »
They're playing tag. How nostalgic. (ep 6) Referring to Lambo and I-Pin chasing each other Tsuna, you're really such a funny guy! The Shigure Souen Style is completely flawless and invincible! HOMEEEEEEEEE RUUUNNNNNN!!!!!
There is no sound in it. The lover fallen into paranoia. A road freely extending and contracting. A bruised dream box. A Dive of generation. A heat cried, and then is fixed. The birth of fake and the end of it are simultaneously. A carnival one has been looking for.
"The Silver Incident" sucked a lot of blood.
"The Silver Incident" claimed a lot of lives.
"The Silver Incident" created the hero.
"The Silver Incident" rubbed out the hope.
"The Silver Incident" was act obeyed on very natural human instinct...
« On the blackest plains in hell's domain. We watch them as they go. In fire and pain, now once again we know. So now we fly ever free, We're free before the thunderstorm on towards the wilderness. Our quest carries on far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls. So far away we wait for the day for the light source so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days through the fire and the flames we carry on.
On a cold winters morning in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal rain. We ride towards the fight when the darkness is falling down. And the times are tough alright. The sound of evil laughter. Falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell. Bodies wasted on the shores »
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... Serietà no eh? °_° Avverto: se dovete proporvi tanto per essere Mod non fatelo. Se le sezioni vi vengono assegnate ve ne dovrete occupare come si deve. .-. Riproponetevi decentemente se volete.
« On the blackest plains in hell's domain. We watch them as they go. In fire and pain, now once again we know. So now we fly ever free, We're free before the thunderstorm on towards the wilderness. Our quest carries on far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls. So far away we wait for the day for the light source so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days through the fire and the flames we carry on.
On a cold winters morning in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal rain. We ride towards the fight when the darkness is falling down. And the times are tough alright. The sound of evil laughter. Falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell. Bodies wasted on the shores »
« On the blackest plains in hell's domain. We watch them as they go. In fire and pain, now once again we know. So now we fly ever free, We're free before the thunderstorm on towards the wilderness. Our quest carries on far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight. Deep inside our hearts and all our souls. So far away we wait for the day for the light source so wasted and gone. We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days through the fire and the flames we carry on.
On a cold winters morning in the time before the light In flames of death's eternal rain. We ride towards the fight when the darkness is falling down. And the times are tough alright. The sound of evil laughter. Falls around the world tonight. Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore. The scattered souls will feel the hell. Bodies wasted on the shores »