Nothing left the same
Halfling of the sword,
Tainted blood run through.
Screams of the innocent,
Crimson bleeds though.
Death is not an option.
Never feeling anguish, love or pain,
Blood…
It all falls down like rain.

Nothing left the same
Halfling of the sword,
Tainted blood run through.
Screams of the innocent,
Crimson bleeds though.
Death is not an option.
Never feeling anguish, love or pain,
Blood…
It all falls down like rain.
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