A dirge so heartfelt, wistful sigh for a land of dreams… Among untouched woods carrying fresh myrrh of the resin. Untouched the deer and wolf rest picture-like, preserved in a glace of nostalgia, a nostalgia for a time never experienced, inexplicable yearning for nowhere. A stern wind rolls over my chest, carrying away my wishes. By the beasts that roam free! Broken heart: now stands the land of pure dream torn, my despicable soul utterly forlorn.
Egyptian gazelike