Pain, plague an pestilence shall sweep through your sight. Grim is the truth that hides behind the fading light. The eyes of the beholder stares empty silent and cold.
See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time. A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined. Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the.
Pain, plague an pestilence shall sweep through your sight. Grim is the truth that hides behind the fading light. The eyes of the beholder stares empty silent and cold.
Wail - oh desolate gale. Bring forth your bitter winds. Wail through heart and through soul. A poisoned kiss so deathly cold. Vanish grief and inner pain.