Mausoleum of My Memories
I feel like a specter, haunting halls once troddenA shadow cast where light once burned bright.I stalk the ground where familiar footsteps once trekked. A funny feeling, to feel like a ghost in a land…
I feel like a specter, haunting halls once troddenA shadow cast where light once burned bright.I stalk the ground where familiar footsteps once trekked. A funny feeling, to feel like a ghost in a land…