I Diablo Arise
When bridges still aflame from yesterday melt away the joy of the night, like hanging icicles in direct morning sun. As the bitter cold touch of winters whipping wind rips the grip of warmth from
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When bridges still aflame from yesterday melt away the joy of the night, like hanging icicles in direct morning sun. As the bitter cold touch of winters whipping wind rips the grip of warmth from