A frozen wasteland of hope and glory,
Of History repeating, failing and creeping.
I made a blood promise. I laid my stake here.
But no one knows us and nothing feels like home anymore
Faith for all of us.
Questions for older men.
Of History repeating, failing and creeping.
I made a blood promise. I laid my stake here.
But no one knows us and nothing feels like home anymore
Faith for all of us.
Questions for older men.
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