Top Blogs
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground, the sorcerer calls the spirits.
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground, the sorcerer sings his spells.
There is the burning force of the sun; there is the fertile sea of the Earth;
in the mighty wand of the sorcerer; in the animated staff of the king.
The leaves of the oak fall to the ground, the sorcerer sings his spells.
There is the burning force of the sun; there is the fertile sea of the Earth;
in the mighty wand of the sorcerer; in the animated staff of the king.
