I am the wind that's comming from the sea, the cry of a siren never seen, the rain that gives life to this earth, the one that watched your birth. I am the tired creator. I am the passion and the fear. I am... the tears of the serpent.
I am the wind that's comming from the sea, the cry of a siren never seen, the rain that gives life to this earth, the one that watched your birth. I am the tired creator. I am the passion and the fear. I am... the tears of the serpent. Exhuming the moon from the bars in my room , the sooner the bitter pills swalloed are through. But no genobites, aphrodites, daemon archetypes. No cenobites rise to claim me from you. No, dont leave me here in this storm weat