The Citadel
The Church is nothing but a brick Look how high it reaches. What thoughts must have carved those spires, what hands must have labored in the growing shadow of perfection
How like a stumbling block to the titans This rock upon the earth
The Church is nothing but a brick Look how high it reaches. What thoughts must have carved those spires, what hands must have labored in the growing shadow of perfection
How like a stumbling block to the titans This rock upon the earth