Im lost like the dead
In a cool summer night
Winds weave together
Poorly
And i walk with all might
Serene Chaos
In ol pale moonlight
So pale, so pale,
The palest I'd seen
None would quite know
Your special black gleam
So Leave Me To Rot Here
In this Grove all my own,
Grown accustomed to rain
And the deaf silent tone
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Im lost like the dead
In a cool summer night
Winds weave together
Poorly
And i walk with all might
Serene Chaos
In ol pale moonlight
So pale, so pale,
The palest I'd seen
None would quite know
Your special black gleam
So Leave Me To Rot Here
In this Grove all my own,
Grown accustomed to rain
And the deaf silent tone
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