Inhale the mist, that flows down to the cliff through the gray plains. A flare will come to blind your throat saturated with blood of the forest trees, it will pour perception down into your insides, until you exhale your last breath, upriver and return to the source.
Shortly after you’ve grasped onto the helm I’ll destroy the mast of our sailing ship Entangleing it between the highest branches, of the dense forest. Trapped in the vortex we will descend from the ship to walk towards the black to walk towards darkness.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
