"Beyond all this good is the terror
The grip of a mercenary hand
When savagery turns all good reason
There's no turning back, no last stand
Heart and soul, one will burn"
It's a singular mark of a man who can compose something at once beautiful, but also terrifying.
The grip of a mercenary hand
When savagery turns all good reason
There's no turning back, no last stand
Heart and soul, one will burn"
It's a singular mark of a man who can compose something at once beautiful, but also terrifying.
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