Have you ever felt a calling. Drawing you somewhere?. A place you feel you've been before -. A connection to what's there?. . It was in the local cemetery. I searched for the stone. And what I
The sun is fire. The moon is ice. And blood is offered. As a sacrifice. . A spell is woven. A trance is broken. A man has spoken. The words. . The season turns cold. The spirit grows old.
All alone I wake to find. The world is no different, nor am I. The sun still spreads it's rays of light. The sky is still blue, the clouds - still white. . Not today but soon my friend. The bomb