Orgy of silence, conspiracy of peace. Only the sound of the cold northern breeze. Twinsun sink fading behind the black lake. Asleep is the mountains, yet the night is awake. Strange is the night. Now black stars rise. And many Moons circle through silent the night. Along the black mountainside, scattered by the campfires awaiting the dawn. Now the morning advance from far East. Now the Sun breaks through dustclouds and haze. Now a forest of spears appears on the hill and steel shines bright in the Suns first rays. Die. Die. Die. https://youtube/watch?v=qW4Basxpte4
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 14:48:48 +0000
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