Steam rose up from Connors person. Although it was winter, and his close were damp with the morning due, sweat beaded down his clean shaven head, mixing in with the blue woad he always wore, causing it to run. The sun had just begun to rise, shrouded in a blanket of mourning mist giving a greyish blue tint to the world around it. Connors breathing was heavy, each breath of air burned his lungs, a mixture of sweat and woad stung his eyes, but he dare not blink. In his hands he clung to his mighty Claymore, stained with the greenish black blood of his enemy. On his back he bore a mighty hammer, which at the moment was just added weight he didn'
Steam rose up from Connors person. Although it was winter, and his close were damp with the morning due, sweat beaded down his clean shaven head, mixing in with the blue woad he always wore, causing it to run. The sun had just begun to rise, shrouded in a blanket of mourning mist giving a greyish blue tint to the world around it. Connors breathing was heavy, each breath of air burned his lungs, a mixture of sweat and woad stung his eyes, but he dare not blink. In his hands he clung to his mighty Claymore, stained with the greenish black blood of his enemy. On his back he bore a mighty hammer, which at the moment was just added weight he didn'
Should I get drunk again on the memory of you? Just to feel a little love, all by myself.
The shivers rattle every bone down my spine like wind braking the trees in April, never any excuse for the killing of me, it makes me strong and scares me with no way to cover up. I want to hold you like I use to, can't rely on you to keep me heated but should I, should I be drunk again, to feel a little love..
I want to hold your heart in my freezing hand like I use to and maybe people will see the flame that use to light up between us. I'm cold though and it cuts me more, and everyone can hear my voice as it struggles yeah as it try's to reason with m