A foot of forked rocks,
Ground is covered with dust.
I am, though, not the first
wandering these paths
And getting astonished by the view
......My hands are bloodred!!!!
Insane roar sounding from far away
And wind brings more dust.
Is this a foreshadowing of new king's arrival
This monstrous scene makes me shiver.
Suddenly just a strong sound of chains gride
Uncontrolled Impiety awaking inside of me.
Hash of cups, fire reflections.
The blood inside my pressured veins
grows slowly boiling!!!
I love the time, time before storm
between the end of beggining
and the beggining of end
I praise the demons, temptators of innocence
Come, the time of mine comes now.....
....(a moment of discomposure)....
And so I praise the demons, there is no more before or after!!!!!!!
