Flies cloudjian rider
Holding keys to fires
A righteous one begat him
His
Now you are lost and can't find gazes
The teeth and
The candle has burnt through the wax that once covered
Come, enter the feast, eat flesh of kings
Hands crying blood,
Razor hoof coming down
Coming down, coming down
Antlers sharp, sharp to
Befriend a bastard, a thief as your brother
Heard him say
Wandering warlord, tales of horror
Quest and saga snares the batterer
Fallen
