Fruited are the royal peers;
while they shouth and are brutified with a marcher's words.
Itself prone to it, they follow fully aware their fate,
our Reas a mile, even this is him, love.
Fruited are the royal peers;
while they shouth and are brutified with a marcher's words.
Itself prone to it, they follow fully aware their fate,
our Reas a mile, even this is him, love.