Unwound “Off this Century”
The sound of ice melting and the smell of rotted wood.
“It’s every bastard for himself
the last century hasn’t ended yet
bring us the head of the king
the last century hasn’t ended yet”
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The sound of ice melting and the smell of rotted wood.
“It’s every bastard for himself
the last century hasn’t ended yet
bring us the head of the king
the last century hasn’t ended yet”
