while the collectors of skulls prepare for war
and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark
The darkness has erased the features of the lands
The lights from sovereign states are all but dead
For every emissary and the misery you breed
The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make the call while the collectors of skulls prepare for war and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark The darkness has erased the features of the lands The lights from sovereign states are all but dead For every emissary and the misery you breed Explain Request ×
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