Callisto - The Fugitive lyrics
The trees are grey here The soil is damp and cold His senses are filled with drought After his flee from the temple Rites made him shiver from fear Now waiting for someone To proclaim salvation His price has been paid
The trees are grey here The soil is damp and cold His senses are filled with drought After his flee from the temple Rites made him shiver from fear Now waiting for someone To proclaim salvation His price has been paid