oh my love what could i say, things are diying quickly in
this darn place, and i think i'm diying too
nothing is gouing on..it's seem like everything is frozen
wating for it's death.
a cloud of disperation is all around us, filling our lounghs
with palouataited infected air.
our kindom is slowly falling apart, still that same all
bloody black power wich stole our souls a few senturies
before...and as i'm waiting for you my love i can feel the
pain grips my nack, just like the galutine had gripd
yours.knifes in my hart ich takes away a different breath,
hot boiling wind bloes and takes away ich last memory of
humenity.
i can hardly count the amount of lost souls wandering
around, screems fill the air the death of the inesense. we
forgot who we are a long long time ago, living in that
coursed gray place.
all of my friends had long gone away, living hartless dead
bodies behind, no faces no persinalities .
no memories.