Hermitage Lyrics & Chords By Waxing Poetics

Sitting here resting my bones, fanning my affliction Wishing I had a few clones, to act as stand in But here at the hermitage, I am privileged, with solitude, and self-cooked...read more

To guard the bastard son That someday could be king The Elliott reiver clans Were charged with the bidding And as the tale is told This monster grew with age Torturing...read more