Let it goooo, let it gooo, can't hold you back anymore !
Let it goooo, let it gooo, can't hold you back anymore !
Жар._.(Cucci,Russia,Irlanda)...
"Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me Man, did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?"
The weak crumble, are slaughtered and are erased from history while the strong, for good or for ill, survive. The strong are respected, and alliances are made with the strong, and in the end peace is made with the strong.