Из альбома: The Twisted Rule the Wicked
[Poem by Jonas Deroueche]
How extravagant my shadow,
In october five times my height
Hence my silhouette's grandeur,
A reflection of lost glory
Splendid seed sowed in spring,
In november harvested wine of sorrow
The sap contaminated lifeblood forever,
Bliss my souls' inmost growth