Inked In Blood. Lay Waste The Poets. Lest I Sleep The Sleep Of Death. 着墨在血. 放置废物的诗人. 免得我睡眠的睡眠死亡.
...the sword. And I know I am outnumbered, and that my enemies are near. If I knew I was alone I could not bear this task of enduring. I must hold fast to
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