Can you hear the voices call,
or will you die before the charge
Will you meet the face of death
the one you fear, and will despise
Lord of chaos in disguise
a devil behind the mask
He who brings sorrow in life...
Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken`n`left walls overgrown of grass`n`wine white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with ...