Apr 2020
Look at me, look upon my city and tremble.
We lie asleep, waiting for when the time s ripe,
In shackle's rust, in ragged breaths.
Fear the night's chilling embrace.
We lie asleep, waiting for when the time s ripe,
In shackle's rust, in ragged breaths.
Fear the night's chilling embrace.
Arise from the dead, o great ones.
23rd of January 2018.
23rd of January 2018.
