Ah, my hair is messed up again, and I'm getting sick of this mud...
It's really irritating
Splashing through this desert of frost...
...And I feel it's getting colder...
Probably because I'm
Getting closer to the High Mountains.

Looks like the legend is true
And that Benignus is disturbing the souls of passersby,
Leading them to the total madness,
Separating the mind from body.

Those souls are lost in time in space;
They can't find themselves in real world
So they vanish, crossing over the banned lines...
Into the world, from where there is no return...
Only partial, only with consequences, like the worst misfit,
Who lost absolutely everything...
Life, friends, acquaintanceships, deeds...
Not leaving anything behind...

He will be lost soon - the greatest punishment
For a soul... to die and her deeds to dissapear...

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