Lost in his silence, where the most malevolent threats lurk around, all of a sudden the pride became despair. Then, when he was caught by a sense of inexorable defeat before that boundless unknown, an impetuous spiral enshrouded his body, releasing the glooming murk of his telluric shrieks. Covered by an obscure blanket, he moved ahead through forests and oceans of feeble dead stars. He was showcasing a bold impavid gait despite being immersed in a baleful aura surrounded by sinister omens, which were looking forward to take shape any moment. “Adrift for eons, I aim for a perfect silence, vanished in stillness, undone in perfect quiescence.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
