Brightly burns the fire of your fleeting desires oh ye children of the morning star. If I could feel pity for you I might but instead it's only contempt.
King Ba'Aths Truth
King Ba'Aths Truth
King Ba'Aths Truth
Brightly burns the fire of your fleeting desires oh ye children of the morning star. If I could feel pity for you I might but instead it's only contempt.