
♪ The shards of the dark world ♪

We’ve moved on from the mass.


Let’s close our eyes.
When the time is gone, it’s just cold.
The shrivelled armaments of the settlements no longer cure the humming of the plagues.
The iron giants were bound by ice.
Now the emo haomic confluence of nature and man resting in time.
But the snow covered all the tracks.
A trailer.