Trekking down the mountainside, the blistering cold whipping my face, wrapped in all I could find, taking as much food as I could carry, I make my way off of this godforsaken hill, through the forest that lays at the foot and expands for miles in every direction, until I finally reach those jagged walls. I can hear the waves crashing against the rocks. Focusing on this sound helps to calm my nerves. Hearing the songs of the birds of the ocean puts my mind at ease. Dipping in and out of the purity of this water, soaring ever higher above, above all perversion and hate, they inspire me. I have come to grips now with what I must do.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
