Natassievila Spectre's Realm
I walk the fields of sorrow.
In this desolation I can only hear the breath of the
wind.
I see in front of me an infinite forest of skeletal
trees.
The blood red moon shines in the sky.
Spectre's laments obsess me and lead me to suicide.
But I'm already dead.
My cold blood does not flow anymore and spills out from
me.
I walk the fields of sorrow.
In this desolation I can only hear the breath of the
wind.
Qlipphothian creatures embrace me in torment and make my
thoughts die
"Et clamor meus ad vobis veniat"
