Sear Bliss The Pagan Winter
Awesome power Emptiness Loneliness Spiritual journey On the edge of the horizon. The moon projects dream images. Frozen mourning calls On the eve of the pagan winter On a November night Dreamworld, in the frozen Reflection of the sea. Internal powers draw me in Inside my own self. Paralysed voices In a virtual reality. Frozen mourning calls On the eve of the pagan winter
