Nightshade The Seer
When blood of weak meets blood of strong,
Reap the whirl wind you have sown,
Beware the lightning summer mark,
Of one whom you have known
To the lord who scorns all pity,
Open wide dark forest gate,
There a little flower awaits,
One day to seal your fate.
Reap the whirl wind you have sown,
Beware the lightning summer mark,
Of one whom you have known
To the lord who scorns all pity,
Open wide dark forest gate,
There a little flower awaits,
One day to seal your fate.