Luyện nghe bài hát Obeying the Iron Will...

Sharp of light set my senses ablaze.
Rain hits the window in
Pulsing like the warm flashes that over my nerves as the subconscious erupts into bittersweet bliss.
This has been culminating for ons and it appears the stage has set for our epic conquest.
Sever combinations of raw animal lust and the most poignant of spiritual
If I believed in destiny, would be it.
My queen, my queen.
I survived through stagnancy on prose;
Rebuilt in the of devastation and brought conquest to new lands wishing you were by my side?
I count myself lucky that this torturous dance commenced, yet curse the parameters surrounding it daily.
Woven from the scarce cloth.
Im tired of living for what could have been, as life is too short for best.
My queen, my queen.