Inferno of Blood
A Night of Wonder pt. IV
I will tell you the truth now.
I suffer from phantom memories.
Of a woman that loves me.
Of a woman that stands me near.
Of a woman that is dead.
Yet she exists in real life.
In the shades, appearances, and personality of many.
EYES OF THE VOID FILLED WITH THE SOUL OF A DEAD
– F H Hakansson