this world? Where were you? I don't know I gave it all and you gave none What's left inside is left undone This time confronted , with all these ghosts
this world? Where were you? I don't know. I gave it all, and you gave none. What's left inside is left undone. This time confronted, with all these ghosts
Translation: The Autumn Offering. Ghost.
rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering
to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England
