Aug 2014
The nights howl
Dry blood runs in still veins
Change is death
The winds decay
Their heads bent
To their masters they say
Even Iron chains break
To their masters they say
Even Iron chains break...
Dry blood runs in still veins
Change is death
The winds decay
Their heads bent
To their masters they say
Even Iron chains break
To their masters they say
Even Iron chains break...
Valar Morghulis
(F/Kolkata)
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