

AC: God Rest Ye Merry IshvalanGod rest ye merry, Ishvalans For this is your last day See red eyes blank with sudden death And houses wreathed in grey The tremors of the dry earth Indicate that you're my prey O tidings of ashes and woe, Ashes and woe O tidings of ashes and woeAC: God Rest Ye Merry Ishvalan
In dreary streets, in shattered towns, The proof before thee lies Now naught is left but acrid waste And blood-flecked children cry My wicked grin will likely
Be your last glimpse of this life
O tidings of ashes and woe, Ashes and woe O tidings of ashes and woe
Two hands togethe
Das armors.
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"If she were a Homunculi, her nickname would be "The Ultimate WIN"."
Well somebody inject me with a stone and slap an ouroboros tattoo on my forehead.
Das brothers.
Das boot.
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"If she were a Homunculi, her nickname would be "The Ultimate WIN"."
Well somebody inject me with a stone and slap an ouroboros tattoo on my forehead.
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I love God and I love writing and I love art. You can figure everything else about me on your own.
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"If she were a Homunculi, her nickname would be "The Ultimate WIN"."
Well somebody inject me with a stone and slap an ouroboros tattoo on my forehead.
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