Tiamat
Cain
I gave you my love
Though crystalized I sent you a rose with nevermore
So many years So many hours And only thistles on my shore
For all that it's worth The blood on my hands
Is the blood of divinities And all that is lost Sound or unsound
Only bonds between you and me
If I go will you follow Me trough the cracks and hollows And I would be your
From Letras Mania