Vomica
Manticorum
They keep on dancing for riches, care and wine. I'm staring at them dancing. They'll soon die. Under the moonlight, around the pagan fire. I tell them to cease, but they continue to change.
They keep on dancing for riches, care and wine. I'm staring at them dancing. They'll soon die. Under the moonlight, around the pagan fire. I tell them to cease, but they continue to change.