Tiny Deaths

In the land of the dead shall thee travel an isle of ghosts and demons... For as thy knowledge be rooted in history past - thy thoughts shall be but echoes from the crypts of the lost and the dead... They that stare blindly into the hall of the past

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Like serpents entangled in faint starlight black seals entwined in crystal gleam Dark shapes enframed in a myriad of suns The infinity ends The past plains of snow the visions of frozen landscapes flow silent yet charming sights of pale serenity You'

Rakoth Dawn At dawn As the silence betrays We're afraid of our fear... We sway and Suddenly once again strangely We regret... The visions fevered, exotic sorrows restrained obsessions all come to life when the asphyxiating freezing light grows midwid