| How hard can it be to parch a vampire? | |
| Lon, you take that water bag so you won't parch. | |
| Oh, the summer's heat can parch me dry | |
| These really do parch your throat after you eat a few. | |
| Though mellow and satisfying, it did parch me a bit, so I went in search of brandy. | |
| How hard can it be to parch a vampire? | |
| Lon, you take that water bag so you won't parch. | |
| Oh, the summer's heat can parch me dry | |
| These really do parch your throat after you eat a few. | |
| Though mellow and satisfying, it did parch me a bit, so I went in search of brandy. | |
| "What is this secret which chokes me..." "which parches my lips?" | |
| "What is this secret which chokes me..." "which parches my lips?" | |
| "And the earth was parched and dry." | |
| "I often feel parched, hoping that your presence will breathe new life in to me" | |
| "People with parched souls, with wounded spirits" | |
| "They say stealing another's water is wrong even if you're parched, but I'm drinking the water of that blackguard Kurofuji." | |
| "it's a bit parched, it's a bit dry." | |
| "A parching imbued" is the other key. | |
| "A parching imbued"? | |
| "A parching imbued." I know what it means. | |
| ...horridly tricked with blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons baked and impasted with the parching streets that lend a tyrannous and damned light to their lord's murder. | |
| As usual a parching sun shone on Mulé Island. | |
| "And the earth was parched and dry." | |
| "I often feel parched, hoping that your presence will breathe new life in to me" | |
| "People with parched souls, with wounded spirits" | |
| "They say stealing another's water is wrong even if you're parched, but I'm drinking the water of that blackguard Kurofuji." | |
| "it's a bit parched, it's a bit dry." | |
| "A parching imbued" is the other key. | |
| "A parching imbued"? | |
| "A parching imbued." I know what it means. | |
| ...horridly tricked with blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons baked and impasted with the parching streets that lend a tyrannous and damned light to their lord's murder. | |
| As usual a parching sun shone on Mulé Island. | |
