They say that when blood touches the sacred fire... The sky trembles and the earth curses And if that blood belongs to a bastard son, born of a shaman and a warrior... The destiny of the kingdom will not be salvation, but ruin
They say that when blood touches the sacred fire... The sky trembles and the earth curses And if that blood belongs to a bastard son, born of a shaman and a warrior... The destiny of the kingdom will not be salvation, but ruin