The wind whispers
Over the now red feild
A raven's wings shine
With the blood of crushed dreams
The village distroyed
Not even a child was spared
They took every life
As if it were impossible to care
The once crystal stream
Flows crimson with fear
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
The wind whispers
Over the now red feild
A raven's wings shine
With the blood of crushed dreams
The village distroyed
Not even a child was spared
They took every life
As if it were impossible to care
The once crystal stream
Flows crimson with fear
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