A frozen wasteland of hope and glory, Of History repeating, failing and creeping. I made a blood promise. I laid my stake here. But no one knows us and nothing feels like home anymore Faith for all of us. Questions for older men.
A frozen wasteland of hope and glory, Of History repeating, failing and creeping. I made a blood promise. I laid my stake here. But no one knows us and nothing feels like home anymore Faith for all of us. Questions for older men.