me.... Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came "Fear me not my grieving King Funereal
The true offering revealed Legacy in this game of thorns Transition of birthing a sick king Forgiveness embraced as this noose is placed around my neck Salvation
servants, kings and knights, They will fight for what they're worth. Any man, with a golden tongue, Who's miracles are for sale. Pleasure for pain, salvation
Useless, no salvation /Blasphemy is human nature /Unstopfull dreams of torture... Thoughts of pain, pain is wish /Inside my mind i seek for this Stupidity
for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal
for me.... Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came "Fear me not my grieving King