мори снова рисует

You must fix your heart And you must build an altar where it swells When the storm, it gains and the sky, it rains Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away

He was there the day the towers fell And so he wandered down the road And we would all build towers of our own Only to watch the roots corrode

Let our bodies lay, mark our hearts with shame Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain

See the man who stands upon the hill He dreams of all the battles won But fate had left its scars upon his face With all the damage they had done

I know the nature of the Unstable. It's the server of strong. And if you want something more than just survival for yourself, you either need to be able to fight for it... or, if you're like me, find someone who'll fight for you.