This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
To burn
To fuse
The tree of night, taking you as hermit, now you've been slain
Behold the tree of night, desolate
We bring you holy vows, show them your true colors
Show them your deceit, your schemes incomplete
For the cause of raider, those returns you reacher
Offer them your teachers, incinerate