Arfmar Arfmat

CapCut. The mist clings heavy to the fear tonight, two shadows moving in the pale moonlight. I check my axe, you sharpen your blade. Side by side we are never afraid. You are the ghost following in my wake. You're the shield that holds when the mountains quake. A queen of the forest, a wolf in the fray. We march to the rhythm of the iron gray. Equa