The Organizer
de Orión Natera
No meio da noite todos os anos devem nos temer (yeah), porque não verão o amanhã
Da elite a tropa está em caça para matar você (yeah)
Nós somos os hashiras
Com delicadeza, vagando na Lua cheia
Oni se torna ninha presa enquanto eu respirar
Trazendo a essência, leve como borboleta, vingança é minha natureza e os insectos são pirrar
Más canciones de Orión Natera
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Immaculate
The Illusion of Choice
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Lavish
The Illusion of Choice
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Endless Motion
The Illusion of Choice
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Laced With Love
The Illusion of Choice
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Adapt
The Illusion of Choice
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Phosphorescent
The Illusion of Choice
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Fragmented Face
The Illusion of Choice
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More Than a Feeling
The Illusion of Choice
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Lament of the Sands
The Illusion of Choice
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A Love Worth Fighting For
The Illusion of Choice
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Rise of the Sovereign
The Illusion of Choice
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Glorious
The Illusion of Choice
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If Love Had a Name
The Illusion of Choice
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Blurred Desire
The Illusion of Choice
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Pale Flicker
The Illusion of Choice
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Endless Rhythms of Love
The Illusion of Choice
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Chronicles of the Vanished
The Illusion of Choice
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Gallant
The Illusion of Choice
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The Colors of Love
The Illusion of Choice
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Aspiration
The Illusion of Choice
