Dressed in a perpetual state of dawn in winter never ending decaying souls, stained by grey awat the eternal judgement a universal junction, a vast array condemned countless silohettes & sinners, changelings and choosers alike all wreathed in guilt and shame a scape of drab, slums for the weak swiftness through the corridors does not allow escape but a never ending maze of loss and despair if one does not chose a life of Purgatory the black, blank eyes can only wait for a fate not chosen a vast case of stair reaching toward the sky houses these empty vessels to fill with hope or horror
Long shadows surveyed by Belial forsees his kindred with gape & awe for a quota of many shall be unblessed for his realm of earth & eerieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
