Alessian
“In the age of tenderness and rage
On nights that went on forever
With winter so cold your spit froze before it hit the ground
All dead men are at peace”
-Excerpts from the Wandering Scribe
“In the age of tenderness and rage
On nights that went on forever
With winter so cold your spit froze before it hit the ground
All dead men are at peace”
-Excerpts from the Wandering Scribe