Ritual Of The Air: Quest of the Lady Of The Lake and mastering the Sword. Covered with wounds, he walked for hours, his feet oozing blood. Who really was his own? Who to count on? Where was his place ? Wasn't it a mistake to let the serpents live? It was the Elves who showed him the way to the lake surrounded by megaliths. The Lady appeared in the middle of the water, sword in hand; it was probably forged again by some Elven knowledge. Giving it to Serphanim, he understood that the lady of the lake and the sword were inseparable, and maybe were one. To master the winged blade, he had to open his heart, and only the balance between the three sides and the elements would continue to exist in time. This way, the World could collapse and sink into doom and oblivion. Mankind would survive whatever the outcome...
Domine! Fatalis! Domina! Excidium!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
