The ruthless moon,
the neverending pyre.
A savage mood,
a situation dire.
A child,
and his dying mother.
A father,
and truths to cover.
The secrets of the family, oh they run deep,
down to chambers black and bleak.
A truth, taken to the grave.
A lie, ever present.
And a child, oblivious of the truth.
Selite:
Tällästä tulee kun kuuntelee The Summoningia :D.
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