Upon the grains I landed
Alone and survived by none
I clawed my way back
And passed him where they wait
They give me their death over and again.
Flesh graven and dashed
Excited by the next death
Constant draw of power sent
Here I write my fate
There they wait.
Editado por útlima vez por GreatCrispy#5038 en 29 abr. 2020 16:46:17