I will not turn my head away, when the fires have spawned and the king starts his purge; When the bodies ascend and the good are spared. I have no interest in this gift, as if by some pity you spared me. I laid my own path You, simply won't save me.
I will not turn my head away, when the fires have spawned and the king starts his purge; When the bodies ascend and the good are spared. I have no interest in this gift, as if by some pity you spared me. I laid my own path You, simply won't save me.
