In grey depressive autumn times I wander the woods to eternity searching
for him trying to
remember while the same sky still rules the night.
We knew then.That these were the children of god.
The ones who betrayed me and my desire
This must be the desolate land, this is the kingdom of the shadowthrone
centuries have gone
beyond time, and we in the land beyond the forest, we burnt them in the
purgatory, them the children of god. Barerly forgotten these times are,
but not for a soul whose rest hasn't been found.