Into The Eternal Darkness, Into Fire And

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

The Experience Of This Sweet Life.

These Dwell Among The Blackest Souls,loaded Down Deep By Sins Of Differing Types.if You Sink Far Enough,you'll See Them All.

A Rapid Bolt Will Rend The Clouds Apart, And Every Single White Be Seared By Wounds. I Tell You This. I Want It All To Hurt.