Lyrics:
Ogham The Blood Blazon our field of gules, losers fell as fruit from the ash. Proper in red we rampant perennial while sabling death per fess
thought you would’ve come back so soon, had I known I would’ve dug you a lagoon; sit by it and swoon, unless it’s too soon, at the dark and sabling moon
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