Woodsmoke

Dying be the fire that keeps you warm but embers of the heart for the silver one may kindle again... eat the distance from the place of ill memories 专辑:Woodsmoke 歌手:Nest 歌曲:The Silvershade Lynx

An old king sits upon an oaken throne. His posture noble, regardless of the toll of times. Now weary, but once a mighty warrior. Strong by form, just by heart. He has sailed the myriad seas, fought the elements at the barren north. Life's misfortunes