's charred corpse will soon be placed upon Lord Fain's altar by His loyal servant, Erythrykos.
The drone, the whistle, the thundrous sound; It seared their eyes, it shook the ground. One hundred thousand voices lift, While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas, The tiny sun is rising fast. Your star... Is on the rise.
Konton's larder was almost empty. <target> has fixed that.
I'd only indulge in that line because someone else decided that trying to replicate the merian dish in the astral hotel was a fun idea in general delicacies book.
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Currently Playing in: The doctors office. One more needle and I might just lose it again.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
It seared their eyes, it shook the ground.
One hundred thousand voices lift,
While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas,
The tiny sun is rising fast.
Your star...
Is on the rise.
I'd only indulge in that line because someone else decided that trying to replicate the merian dish in the astral hotel was a fun idea in general delicacies book.