I saw the seasons changing. Wounds turned into scars Healing in the inner soil and hidding from their sight Interiora Terrae, place and state of mind Sanctuary of reflection that the conquerors won't find Be prepared Through many summers I have shaped the heavy stones And through countless winters build these blood red walls Conciousness the only...Learn More

This was my fate... Seagulls mourning under crimson skies Orphan stars cry for the night Pallid widow, queen of mother doom The astral funeral of the sun The view from my lighthouse The announcement of the night rite Light the fires for true seekers Of this Island that is I Cutting waves I saw the fleet The tide has brought Banners to the...Learn More