Tekster: Animae Capronii. And Hourglass Of Lifetime. Autumnal Air.

The mountains are full of colours.
i admire them in silence. Meditation about death.
killing temptations..rotting blood.
into the forest,the vagrant spectres.
shamain...the dead are here.
autumn is the season of mist and death.
autumn of depression.
sadness is the only sensation that i could feel now.
everything is burning,red hate in my closed eyes...
tombstones for the winter