Au pays des démons, nous envahissons
À traverses et grande porte.
Il fait noir et froid,
Il n’y a ni arbres, ni plantes, ni forêt.
Partout des ennemis, les branches mortes,
Témoins de misérable reste.Lire la suite »Au pays des démons
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