Endless paths of laments. Souls, moisture, decantanding.
Tranquillity and the dark surrounded of pestilent swamps Aromatic flowers hidden behind the dense fog, sad giving an ironic beauty.
A mirrorhouse that only reflect shades. Images of deities without soul see distressed the pass of years. And the inscription: “par ma faute règne ici le décès” at the entrance.
Trees that are shown in the stairs corroded by the time. Stretching trying to embrace the moon and to obtain its light. Crying leaves death to cover its sins.
A gloomy cold embraces the atmosphere. Weeping of children, desperate shouts of women. Madness appear invisible before my eyes. I only cross this garden without finding the exit. The fear filling to me each pore of my skin when I see thousand images of my body surrounding me. The chaos only reigns in this devastating pantheon. Being confused my shouts with the laments of the place.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
