8 acessos
The air is filled with obscured movement
Electricity
The granite coloured sky drips with ancient blood
Dead birds sing
Cadaverous insects buzz
Great poisonous spiders with the eyes of demons
The ghosts are whispering
They whisper of veils, stones, deserted huts in the wasteland
They give me reason enough to be afraid
Of what i shall see next
Forest in the distance where snow crystal towers shine proud i hear the roar of thunder is this to be my last journey?
Hills in the distance where tracks lead into the mounds of the dead did i already pass beyond the borders of life without knowing it?
Finally i can smell the salt from the sea
Stalking further
Into the shore the trail has led me
As a leaf i set myself to flow with the current