DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
With agreements on the implementation of the dome, and no one else to refute, counter, or argue the claim, he settled with the notions. Glancing towards Alys, he tilted his head, half-wondering if she was joking – considering who he was. “Thus far, we have the solar beam,” as Sah had already mentioned, and had come in handy during the war, “weapons placed around the Citadel walls,” that she’d helped with in the previous season, “and a variety of soldiers capable and trained.” Not to mention himself, and scores of others, who were enduring, stalwart, and powerful. “But there can always be more,” he mentioned with a slight grin, for there was a stack of papers in his study of carefully drawn armaments.
Eyes drifting to Sah and nodding, he persisted in the situation. “I have no problem adding things on once defenses are complete.” It would give them future goals and perspectives to ponder upon.
Eyes drifting to Sah and nodding, he persisted in the situation. “I have no problem adding things on once defenses are complete.” It would give them future goals and perspectives to ponder upon.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
