Hang Up To The Void
View Through The Darknesses, And On Through The Crag
It’s All Melted Back Too Barely
Waving Straight For A Birthright
Aye, Tunnels Filling Me All Full Of Oaths
Yea, Chin Of Pistols!
Hang Up To The Void
View Through The Darknesses, And On Through The Crag
It’s All Melted Back Too Barely
Waving Straight For A Birthright
Aye, Tunnels Filling Me All Full Of Oaths
Yea, Chin Of Pistols!