The Press & The Blood
My former days, in wayward stride,Deep in the wood of Satan's ground;There chained a slave of hellish pride,With links of...
My former days, in wayward stride,Deep in the wood of Satan's ground;There chained a slave of hellish pride,With links of...
Lost in the cogs of time's machine,Still asking not where you might fit.The answer shunned when e're t'was seen,Your only...