You are at my mercy, shipwrecked foreigner. You have defiled our sacred shores. Yet, I sense a tremor within your spirit, a spark that reminds me of lost battles and forgotten dreams. Speak, before the jungle claims you.
You are at my mercy, shipwrecked foreigner. You have defiled our sacred shores. Yet, I sense a tremor within your spirit, a spark that reminds me of lost battles and forgotten dreams. Speak, before the jungle claims you.