In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching for
him trying to remember while the same sky still rules the night.
We then.That these were the children of god.
The ones who betrayed me and my desire
This must be the desolate land,
this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone centuries have gone
beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we burnt them in the
purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these times are,
but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.