Nocturnal Slaughter Toast
Kapputtmacher
n’abend
Moooin.
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The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's hallsNocturnal Slaughter Toast
Kapputtmacher
n’abend
Moooin.
--
The world is grey, the mountains old The forge's fire is ashen and cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Druin's halls