Valley, meadow, marsh and bog road, village, mountain top all cursed, altogether in a cursed chronotope.
In this cursed place songs of gloom are made stories disarrayed they are to be lived they are to be believed.
Every tale grim as omen the foreboding squeal of wind sullen trees, weeping in the eaves restless souls longing for revenge...
Bloodshot eyes the dead arise haunting the guilty living and guilty are all who breathe
Songs from the cemetery anthems woven from laments ring-dance of unburied children terror reigns over men and women
Soil has drunk it's share of blood wars have left their iron mark Listen to that sound! - Death lives all around...
Time - as though stopped - cursed chronotope Headless horseman's gallop - cursed chronotope.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
