8 acessos
By whirling wind
Ashes twilight
By whirling wind
Ashes vortex
Burned to dust
Inner treasure
You've never owned
Reaching soil
To be buried
To be digested
In a hole worst
Then the demon-walley
Wind may help
The roaming.
The rind of tree
A stronger and elder being
Used to be eloth
Or souldefender
You've been thirsty for the poison
The bushserpent gave it to you.
By whirling wind
Ashes twilight
By whirling wind
Ashes vortex
Burned to dust
Inner treasure
You've never owned.
It has been better
Before food of traptooth,
Myth of thy soulmirror
Did not exist with us
All has been dead
Who rendered homage then
Who was mourned by none
Do living
And no dead.