When that which was thought to be perfect The animus withered, unraveled torn asunder From the depths of the aegean I ascend Moirai’s prospect will breath their light
When that which was thought to be perfect The animus withered, unraveled torn asunder From the depths of the aegean I ascend Moirai’s prospect will breath their light
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