Chapter Three - The Plains
What manner of life is this, that darkens her veil over your eyes?
What would make her bend and sweat even a drop of blood onto your tongue?
A spirit which burns so bright, yet dormant and buried lies…

What manner of life is this, that darkens her veil over your eyes?
What would make her bend and sweat even a drop of blood onto your tongue?
A spirit which burns so bright, yet dormant and buried lies…
