She carries me through days of apathy She washes over me She saved my life in a manner of speaking When she gave me back the power to believe
She carries me? She saved my life?
the king is old and weak. The princess has come of age, but still the gift of life they seek. In the chambers of crimson sleep. In this vault of souls
lanced from the surface of the blade, entwining the King in a pulsating chrysalis of searing sorcerous power. His eyes shone deep crimson with an illuminatory
the golden rays of the sun, or caressed by the ethereal fingers of a midnight moon. Its magnificent spires and citadels, built by generations of kings
you run out of breath, it's certain death believe what I say, what my lungs hold will burst your chest if knowledge is power then I'm the mental dictator
from the surface of the blade, entwining the King in a pulsating chrysalis of searing sorcerous power. His eyes shone deep crimson with an illuminatory
once you run out of breath, it's certain death believe what I say, what my lungs hold will burst your chest if knowledge is power then I'm the mental