Darkness in the world. The voice in sweet cities, Sleeping in dim snow.
overripe in its practice, abandon abandon Disinherited dark mind walks alone you have nowhere else to go beyond dark shores, there’s a fog that blooms; you can’t go back
And met the ribbing ice.
In the cracks of the ceiling
The shadows outline
At night in silence
You fear the wind,
You fear the chance,
You fear plagues and of death;
Little auspicate, you’re winded, and drenched
By son of Ares and Aphrodite,
A little auspicate, therefore dreamt the worst;