Harken,
The echoes from the past.
The call of the unseen.
This is the key over the silvery bridge
to the timeless abyss of dreams.
If your senses are skilled enough,
the new landscape will be revealed.
Painted with the beauty of sorrow,
fear and hatred.
New order of the chaos.
New form of the void.
However this is only a small and incomplete piece
of much bigger and more consistent entity.
We are nothing,
He is everything.
Ei kommentteja:
Lähetä kommentti