in a land of rich black ashes
lie the finest empty gemstones
and the moon calls to her children
to tell her what they know
and the star they cast their light down
down through the misty morning
to the land of rich black ashes
to make the morning sing
lie the finest empty gemstones
and the moon calls to her children
to tell her what they know
and the star they cast their light down
down through the misty morning
to the land of rich black ashes
to make the morning sing
Category Music / Trance
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 116px
File Size 530.3 kB
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