Mar 2016
// I've come to ask for shelter
Sit with me, by the fire, in the cold light
When the wind blows, the bones will ignite
When the stone bleeds, the shadows will fall
And down will come blood, bone and stone,
And all.
Sit with me, by the fire, in the cold light
When the wind blows, the bones will ignite
When the stone bleeds, the shadows will fall
And down will come blood, bone and stone,
And all.
