No one will know. No one will feel my ghostlike existence. I am the one among the shades. Into The Forest
In your head, in your head they’re still fighting With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns In your head, in your head they are dying
Darkness and frost are starting to reach the heart of this land with a cold disease.
We are shuddering before the beautiful, before the plentiful. We’re the voyagers. In High Places
He will go down he will drown drown, deeper down. The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town. Human