Charn
I stumbled into your world on its very last day
At twilight
You shone through the trees, on the grass
I watched as you slipped beneath the horizon
They cannot call me foolish for believing that you would rise again.
I stumbled into your world on its very last day
At twilight
You shone through the trees, on the grass
I watched as you slipped beneath the horizon
They cannot call me foolish for believing that you would rise again.