you let him fold she watched him go never to see him again with coloured strides you lead the march turning malice to dust why should we waste a shadows
Eleven fold she watched him go, never to see him again. With countless strides, he'll lead the march, turning mountains to dust. Why should we waste each
Eleven fold she watched him go, never to see him again. With countless strides, he'll lead the march, turning mountains to dust. Why should we waste
