To Death, to Death, we Soldiers will march.
To Death, to Death, the cure to wrent hearts.
To Death, to Death, where no ails can be.
To Death, to Death, will you march with me?
The many emotions, thoughts, poems, insane ramblings, and legitimate concerns of a mortal. Warning: Most of... More
To Death, to Death, we Soldiers will march.
To Death, to Death, the cure to wrent hearts.
To Death, to Death, where no ails can be.
To Death, to Death, will you march with me?