Caladrius and Kings
Most nights now, all I dream, A snow white Caladrius, The beds of forgotten kings. Must not let it turn away, Pierce the mind, never run Weigh again the imbalances, Burn them up inside the sun.
Most nights now, all I dream, A snow white Caladrius, The beds of forgotten kings. Must not let it turn away, Pierce the mind, never run Weigh again the imbalances, Burn them up inside the sun.