I want to wake from this fantasy
I have no control over...
The dark one flys like an angel,
Her wings are misty gray...
It is a night of blood, a song of darkness, wolves...
The beautiful one rises...
Her once new black dress is torn
her gloves no longer keep her warm...
The rain drops splattering while it rains
Each one drumming on the window panes...
Catastrophe has broke
On the horizon...
It was night
the wolves were singing...
Immortality,
to live forever...
Lethe is one of the rivers that separate Hades...
Acheron - the river of woe...
Are the demons dead?
Noway people say...
Surrounded by magic
With things we can't explain...
There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...