Preface:
Through the dry and cracked ground
We rise,
My Brothers and Me,
Consiquences, murder ballads, dreadfull killing sun,
The power of Will, and will is to survive,
We could've escaped again,if we could fly...
And so, we fight.
My Brothers and Me.
We struggle through the rooms and halls of a living-castle,
The wet choking darkness, spiced with sweat and tears,
Spread on the ghost-like pale blue walls,
Rubbed with a handkerchif of an old magician.
Don't touch it..!
What is made to remain,
Is hidden on the other side,
What shall we do, as we discover, that there are more than
one?
We might go in, as well... And So we part
Now I can see them, linked through me,
Reflected in the shadows of our doubt
I've known Us, I've lived and felt the flesh of every one of
us..
Voland, Deus, Cath and Nny. |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.