

Who?Oh, a presence like thunder When the very mountains are shaken And the very souls of men are torn to pieces Who must bare the weight of gods? When the mystics dreams are filled with darkness And the people's song seams succumb to dark Who will answer the call?Who?
Oh, who dares fight an enemy so vast? When the Holly and Ivy fade from the marble walls And the very highwaymen do not tarry the roads Who let bare to the heat of war? When the breath of Kings lay silent upon troubled air and the generals tongues are cut from their mouths Who will break the silence in t

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My bologna doesn't have a second name. D8
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My bologna doesn't have a second name. D8
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My bologna doesn't have a second name. D8
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