Darkness arises in twighlight, sorrowful souls hide in their dwelling, only an imperturbable stillness remains, the reflection of A pierced soul.
The naked branches of the trees draw cracks in the leaden sky, in her wake nothing remains, there's only one truth.
Not only human beings perish, nothing is left behind, vestiges of an extinct civilization, ruins of a cursed plague.
Dead trees victims of an everlasting autumn, A horizon with no life's trace, wind purifies sins, erases the trails of decadence.
Fog drowns remnants in darkness, leaves fall and cover the path, reflections of an ancient splendour, scars of A slow agony.
Winter buries memories of those victims of their own corruption, A layer covers laments of sorrow, only left behind... Bleakness.
The naked branches of the trees draw cracks in the leaden sky, in her wake nothing remains, there's only one truth.
Not only human beings perish, nothing is left behind, vestiges of an extinct civilization, ruins of a cursed plague.
Dead trees victims of an everlasting autumn, A horizon with no life's trace, wind purifies sins, erases the trails of decadence.
Fog drowns remnants in darkness, leaves fall and cover the path, reflections of an ancient splendour, scars of A slow agony.
Winter buries memories of those victims of their own corruption, A layer covers laments of sorrow, only left behind... Bleakness.