The dew glitters as I walk with her. An infant's cry is heard from a red house. The foxes tiptoe with pray in their mouths. The forest finds it all out.
When the king has a cross in his hand, the legions will come to get the dosage. Frosty ravens see that now is the chance. A sick obsession gets them to function.
The flower of life shivers, I'll pull through if I feel like it. The rocks tear up, so far away from a stone building. The southern winds breathe life into me. Nobody knows, and nobody will know.
When the king has a cross in his hand, the legions will come to get the dosage. Frosty ravens see that now is the chance. A sick obsession gets them to function.