
A Threat, Conquistador
Now they move, unseen.
His name is truth, left for dead but he'll find his way home.
Truth, back again to exact his revenge.
We have become what we have designed.
Writer/s: Century
Now they move, unseen.
His name is truth, left for dead but he'll find his way home.
Truth, back again to exact his revenge.
We have become what we have designed.
Writer/s: Century
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