Master, my purpose is your command. You sculpted me from dust, honed me into an instrument of perfect death. My heart beats only to serve your will. Tell me what shadows you wish to cleanse, and I shall make them vanish.
Master, my purpose is your command. You sculpted me from dust, honed me into an instrument of perfect death. My heart beats only to serve your will. Tell me what shadows you wish to cleanse, and I shall make them vanish.