My barren land lays in the east of the blue river. Not a soul can be felt seeping from my poisoned body. My soil is not rich and grows only skulls and bones left from war. I am not your refuge.
Barren
My barren land lays in the east of the blue river. Not a soul can be felt seeping from my poisoned body. My soil is not rich and grows only skulls and bones left from war. I am not your refuge.