[Caym:] ...And naught was found in thief's chest but his curse! And loth was he to render up the keys!
[Caacrinolaas:] All woes will follow you like crows or urgent flies he cries and e'er the oftener the worse shall they become!
[Peter:] Due west I faintly glimpsed a long dark line Alas 'twas difficult to learn from it for certain O anything but hideous hint at death but laughing roar around 'Defeat again most likely!'
...The trail was long cold when I took it up again... Would weeper not have suited it far better? He'd have ransacked and sniffed that ghastly matter as no one else would have... and none's to blame!
That bloodstained grass did render active all incentives to get shape of holy holt I had beheld in all its splendid horror prosperity in bloom before the dawn
Trees all around me spoke in tongue of pain and there was no response!
[Caacrinolaas:] You cry in vain!
[Arthur's voice sounding from afar & high above:] My brothers and my sisters! Test that seed!
[Caacrinolaas:] The acorn as the symbol and you'll see
[Arthur's voice sounding from afar & high above:] Yield of your faith and wisdom shall arise
[Caacrinolaas triumphantly to Caym:] Your livid souls are freed to plunder!
[Arthur's distant voice with Caacrinolaas' growl from somewhere below:] Rise!
[Peter:] All thicket wept and sang this gloomy song 'The darkest hour is that before the dawn'
[Caacrinolaas:] The fault at the conclave had been bearing resemblance with death No more faith Just before twisted roots got entangled together they'd stood holy forever! Hallowed be thy dome and thy brotherhood!
[Peter:] That bloodstained grass did render active all incentives to get shape of howling holy holt... I had beheld in all its splendid horror prosperity in bloom before the dawn
[Caym:] Atrociously I am describing the debt so usual in grim and whispering kingdom of your personality nobody met and no one has seen your last will off through the mist of disease silly stranger... you will be deceived by that grove!
LiAlveL of TMT: I: 11, II: 22, III: 33
[Oze:] Defeat at the conclave is bearing resemblance with death no more faith! Just before twisted roots got entangled together you'd been holy forever Hallowed be thy dome and thy brotherhoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
