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“Through the darkness

the images appear

Is clearer every time

Mysterious towers in mist

 Bathed in ghostly light

The familiar wind like so many times before

Burns my face

And crossing the bridge

I'm stepping on the dead ground again…”

Following different ways

We have died a thousand times

 But our paths always ended here

...in Carcosa

Two moons reflected in the troubled waters of Hali’s lake

That saw the rise and fall of empires birth and death of kings

Dead trees around, silent witnesses of millenniums

Meets us again at the entrance to our last resting place

My Cyclical Death

The wolves choir welcomes my return

Without fear I step into the unknown

The cold rain will give me an oblivion

 At the foot of the ghostly towers of silence

My Path To Carcosa

We think we are free... but we are not. We follow the same path, over and over again

Carrying a spark of The Inmost Darkness that is destined to flare up in a devilish fire

And through a thousand years and a thousand deaths she still leads the fallen souls to the tombs of Carcosa

And through a thousand years and a thousand deaths

We'll meet again at the foot of the ghostly towers