It begins as a whisper … a promise … the lightest of breezes dances above the death cries of 300 men. That breeze became a wind. A wind that my brothers have sacrificed. A wind of freedom … a wind of justice … a wind of vengeance.
(vía vesperlynds)
It begins as a whisper … a promise … the lightest of breezes dances above the death cries of 300 men. That breeze became a wind. A wind that my brothers have sacrificed. A wind of freedom … a wind of justice … a wind of vengeance.
(vía vesperlynds)
