a silent whisper in the Darkness,
cold breath against thy skin,
sharp teeth in thy flesh.
Hearken, O child of the Noble kin;
we neither cower nor shy away from sin.
We are Metsänväki,
embodiments of fear,
architects of dismay."
a silent whisper in the Darkness,
cold breath against thy skin,
sharp teeth in thy flesh.
Hearken, O child of the Noble kin;
we neither cower nor shy away from sin.
We are Metsänväki,
embodiments of fear,
architects of dismay."
38, if remember correctly 😆
38, if remember correctly 😆