She gracefully pulls back again
pulling her teeth out of his flesh...
Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...
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...
The boy rides further to the stream
from the hillside the water seems clean...
There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...
Surrounded by magic
With things we can't explain...
Are the demons dead?
Noway people say...
Lethe is one of the rivers that separate Hades...
Acheron - the river of woe...
Immortality,
to live forever...
It was night
the wolves were singing...