: Quae mala venientia metuuntur eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia
: Antiquitus in cor de aether Sum solvi nimios furor Venio infelix tenebricus aethers Et in terrae esse formae procella quem Extintio e destruye vitia
The moon lets proudly glisten the warpaint and spikes the knights they stand over there watching in the dark are fearless while they think That could
Quae mala venientia metuuntur eadem afficiunt aegritudine instantia
We waited in line till our name was called We waited so long that our feet got cold It was worth it It was worth it We lied on our backs and we stared