Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My

The Phoenix Must Burn To Emerge.

Only Peons Made Excusses For Themselves She Taught Me. Never Apologize, Never Explain.

A Person Didn’t Need To Be Beautiful, They Just Needed To Be Loved. But I Couldn’t Help Wanting It. If That Was The Way I Could Be Loved, To Be Beautiful, I’d Take It

Echo, The Death Of A Sound That Had Nowhere To Go But To Come Back.

We Recived Our Colouring From The Norsemen,hairy Savages Who Hacked Their Gods To Pieces And Hung The Flesh From Trees.we Are The Ones Who Sacked Rome.fear Only Feeble Old Age And Death In Bed.don't Forget Who You Are.