Texty:
Risk Taken The End Commence

been like this for days. Melee up above ~ hell in the heavens. We knew it would come to this ~ a killing sun, a polar ice cap flood, A boiling ocean taking

Burn the wicked tongues of men for they have failed us. This shallow grave is a renaissance left in betrayal with vanity its casket and pride the nails

go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine