Hundreds of years waiting for a signal and earing far voices coming to me like old melodies, being between in a mortuory stone cage.
Was this silent judgement just an prelude of a new life, but the long waiting?... feeling how the blood starts to drying in your veins, but after being died once there is not another way... just to wait, there is open doors, just the cold and dark stone around me.
Was this silent judgement just an prelude of a new life, but the long waiting?... feeling how the blood starts to drying in your veins, but after being died once there is not another way... just to wait, there is open doors, just the cold and dark stone around me.
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