78 Kez Görüntülendi.
Wild Knight

Returns from his exile, all power and pain

To undo the wrong that was done in his name

The pack are inclined to believe in his words

The promise of riches, fortune – just words

They gathered aroun him, scared to be last

Dark eyes fix them behind his mask

Majestic in his saddle, he conquers the land

Blind to the fury to withness the end – ooooh

He scatters around him the seeds of his dread

Blaming them all for the price of his head

The call to his legions is mighty and strong

The word is destruction, the conflict was won

Scavengers pick at the bones of the dead

In the field of the chaos, the rivers run red

He’s roaming the world, never losing control

A fugutive soul forever alone – ooooh

1+8 = ?