Performer BESEECH

The Winterflame – Beseech

A wind blows cold into my face, as the shadows catches me Don’t you hear the whispers…. Calling out your name Don’t you feelthe presence…. Of the wolves and

Inhuman Desire – Beseech

Reflections of the dead Eternal life, eternal lust With patience we must die I turn away from this world to enter the twilight zone Lightyears away in a faraway