The Great One Has Spoken
Spectrums turning to prisms of light
Atmospheric woes bend at my will
As they penetrate existences with neverending fright
What foes will approach us this night?
Atmospheric woes bend at my will
As they penetrate existences with neverending fright
What foes will approach us this night?
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