The unwise, whom wonder around in this dimension.
And the fogs enchanting dream of old and scene of wise, trimbles of the cliff.
As wind and clouds cleaning out the loud.
Then smoothly and gentle the unforgotten vale, fled in thousand years for not to crush thous way.
Thereby thee sees unspoken words.
The lure, and the fool. of unwillingly forms, sang in the timeless light;
the heretic runs, and runs, bleeding for life, and hewn the crack. Of the immortal feast.
But none oh none sees this harrow.
And forever the blind shall hear the prophecy,
which burst and breaks the waves of the sky
what does these words mean to you?
The prophecy
The prophecy
OHEJ
