You are drawn to my sorrow, the echo of my pain. You dare trespass on my domain, where I have suffered for so long. Your warmth I haven't felt in an age - what do you intend to do with a suffering soul?
You are drawn to my sorrow, the echo of my pain. You dare trespass on my domain, where I have suffered for so long. Your warmth I haven't felt in an age - what do you intend to do with a suffering soul?