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Ancient Ceremony Cemetary Visions

Immortal Souls Tears, in Black, falling down to the Ground like Flakes of Snow did in this Night, the Night you went away Melancholic Thirst for Cemetary Vision

When the Moon hides behind grey-misty Clouds, get yourself into the Mood - and rise! To meet the Ancient Ones!

Trapped in this Wood full of Fog Raven leads me away arriving at the abandoned Place, an Altar, wonderful Ornaments Flowers of all Colours and Beauties