"Death to the traitors" masses yelled A turn of a tide, chaos at hand Behold, how words unleas... "Death to the traitors" masses yelled A turn of a tide, chaos at hand Beho...

The future can stay with your wit, Lone is the present and so the past. The future can stay with your wit, Lone is the present and so the past.

Their love seems to be hemmy, the temper fuming bomb. Leave me for a moment, Now, I am out of the w... Their love seems to be hemmy, the temper fuming bomb. Leave me for a moment, No...

But people survived without it – with something known as ‘love’. But people survived without it – with something known as ‘love’.