Shots ring across the frozen fields
Frost bites into my already chilled skin
I hug my knees to my chest, trying to get warm
GONG! The bell begins to toll
Author, Artist, Narwhal Enthusist
Shots ring across the frozen fields
Frost bites into my already chilled skin
I hug my knees to my chest, trying to get warm
GONG! The bell begins to toll
Only few soldiers left, only four
Our hands stained forevermore
Quietly grim darkness creeps
We are all grim, and have all reaped lives
This is the only way to keep her from seeing
The voice inside my head
We all have one
The one that tells you lie after lie