We walk in circles. We love in circles. We live in circles. We fall in circles. A hymn of the lost, an anathema of the damned, a dirge for us all and the end of the dawn. He arise, when the dark descent, singing the song of chaos.
We walk in circles. We love in circles. We live in circles. We fall in circles. A hymn of the lost, an anathema of the damned, a dirge for us all and the end of the dawn. He arise, when the dark descent, singing the song of chaos.
We walk in circles. We love in circles. We live in circles. We fall in circles. A hymn of the lost, an anathema of the damned, a dirge for us all and the end of the dawn. He arise, when the dark descent, singing the song of chaos.