Fine then. I'll make something.
At the ending I will come forth.
As the battle rages, I travel to the heavens,
Clamping jaws on upon sun,
Eclipsing all in unending black.
Fine then. I'll make something.
At the ending I will come forth.
As the battle rages, I travel to the heavens,
Clamping jaws on upon sun,
Eclipsing all in unending black.