Saint deamon

There is no light to guide your way The terror of being hunted you feel it everyday 25 degrees below the point of zero It's then you learn what it takes to be a hero No time to think no time to feel...

The seals will break One by one Trials will rise For all man kind No one knows What the future will bring And who's got the key to our misery But if we hold on To what we believe Together we will be...