"Cold and gelid...this wind carries away my soul and my heart to a way no longer mine
Time is still from a century and my feelings with it...closed, aeons ago, in a cold crystal that can no longer shrine
Cold are my soul and my lost remembrance that, from years, drive what remains to a strange...dark oblivion
Blood and life don't flow in my white and pale skin..."
|Symphony Of The Absolute Bulwark|
"Blood and supreme virtues burn in this long and intense night in which good and evil fight for the
Ghosts and shadows dwell in this immense walls
...and to them they dedicate all their ardour..."