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Old Man S Child Seeds Of The Ancient Gods

Whipping tears from the sky, as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords, the ancient gods command. Fading

: Whipping tears from the sky, as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul. With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords, the ancient gods command.

not everybody living now can understand. And thay believe in Gods who were different in names but same in essence. Those Gods came to the Earth from the old