empty skies because Our heats hold room for no one else We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the Ideals we have lost causalities of a subtle dagger
empty skies because our hearts hold room for no one else. We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost, casualties of a subtle dagger
Translation: Thrice. A Subtle Dagger.
skies because our hearts hold room for no one else. We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost, casualties of a subtle dagger
