Il tocco del Liche

Wandering in darkness…
The air of the woods permeates my body…
The air is heavy and deep…
As the dead surround me…
Deep as hell…

I feel so cold.
Light surrounds a hand…
Cutting darkness…
Coming towards me.

Death by my eyes!
He screams to me that I shall die!
Die!
He takes my heart!

Death by my eyes!
She screams to me that I shall die!
Die!
She steals my heart!
DIE, MY EYES!


 

 

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