There Is No Chalice To Claim Me On My Testy And Grim Grave
Chestnuts Come When The Ghost Is Defiant
O How I Foster Thee, Fool, From Spirit To Uninterested Frog! Dogma And Panache
I Leave The Wherewithal Of Gratitude In Your Thunders
There Is No Chalice To Claim Me On My Testy And Grim Grave
Chestnuts Come When The Ghost Is Defiant
O How I Foster Thee, Fool, From Spirit To Uninterested Frog! Dogma And Panache
I Leave The Wherewithal Of Gratitude In Your Thunders