October 2011
A brute, Strong jaws of teeth, sharpened like icicle swords A stench of decay and the overlying feeling of ages gone past Never ending wells of despair as eyes and a face brought from the black oblivi
A brute, Strong jaws of teeth, sharpened like icicle swords A stench of decay and the overlying feeling of ages gone past Never ending wells of despair as eyes and a face brought from the black oblivi