Wrathwalker (demo11) (Patreon)

Wrathwalker (demo11) by Vylet Pony

Were it oh so noble to walk this bitter winter? While my imprints in the snow stain with red. When the fray is comfort From the howling wind That reckons a silence So deafening What makes a man? Is it the forests he razes? Or the seed he sows and nurtures through the cold?