Tears of blood wash these fields
Beneath our feet, a crimson sea
Have you seen my child?
Echoes through the city walls
Haunting memories continue to crawl
Ghosts of past
wander through the mass
Weeping for their beloved
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
Tears of blood wash these fields
Beneath our feet, a crimson sea
Have you seen my child?
Echoes through the city walls
Haunting memories continue to crawl
Ghosts of past
wander through the mass
Weeping for their beloved
