The trotting stirrups of birds supercede with the hits of wings of flying horse. Water and fear are standing against us. The fire that is burning the snowflakes floating around in the air shows the stranger the way while I am sitting down on the ground in order to receive new power. It is an exhausting hunt for that what I have perhaps never lost. I discover myself in a tangling maze of the queen of intrigues. I and my friend the stranger are standing next to each other more powerful than ever before in front of the seat of the waves of lowness covering the skies. A part of our pilgrimage has come to an end and another is just beginning. It is a hunt for something that I have perhaps never lost. The two of our ways have only one destiny.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
