Now our blood Travels though the Veins of our Histroy It bursts forth them Boiling black Coulds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time
Now our blood Travels though the veins of our history It bursts forth them Boiling black clouds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as time
: Now our blood Travels though the veins of our history It bursts forth them Boiling black clouds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as
