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BLACK HAIR THAT CONFUSES WITH THE WINGS OF A CROW THAT THE BLACK SOVEREIGN REIGNED

THE SNOW ARE GOING ACCUMULATING DEEPLY IN IT IS WORTH HIM/IT
IT WAS OF NOT ONE MORE GLOOMY FOG ,CROSING OF THE TERRA EXTREMO, I SET UP,
BEHIND ONLY, DRENSHED FOR MEMORIES...

IN THE LAST MOONS I WAS A MERCENARY SOLDIER
STRUGGLING BESIDE THE CROW, OH THE GLORIOUS QUEEN!

BLACK HAIR THAT CONFUSES WITH THE WINGS OF A CROW THAT THE BLACK SOVEREIGN REIGNED

I WAS THE ONLY SURVIVOR OF GREAT BATALHA PROPHIESYSE FOR THE PRIESTS OF THE TEMPLES OF STONE, I AM ME THAT HE/SHE SPEAKS TO HIM/HER...

DISTANT OF THE COLD OF THE SNOW WHERE THE EARTH WAS TREMBLING PILLAR OF THE FIRE IT WAS NIGHTS OF ILUMINATING AND SPLITS ARE GOING EXALED VAPOROUS POISON... BLACK HAIR THAT CONFUSES WITH THE WINGS OF A CROW THAT THE BLACK SOVEREIGN REIGNED
...A PRIMORDIAL AGE OF THE HUMANITY
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHAOS, THERE WERE THE CROW OF IMENSE POSPEROUS'S KINGDOM AND SOVEREING... A THONE OF GLOOMY COLOURS WITH ORIGIN OF UNKNOW.

A FOG WAS DESCENDING MOUTANHA AND WITH THIS A LEY CAUGHT A COLD BREEZE THAT WAS CUTTING THE SKIN...
... APREDUCTION NEVER SEES BEFORE CROW IT COVERED HIS HESD THERE WITH HIS WEIGHED ROB AND DRAWER HIGH BEEN BELOW THE DAY THAT WOULD BE DESIGNATED AN AGE
THE SKY WAS DARK ALTHOUGH IT LEAVES OF THE FOG IT WAS ALREADY DIFFUSED THAT RED CLOUDS FORMED ASSUMING THE FORM OF RED DRAGON SLOWLY, WHILE ZIGZAGING, IN THE HORIZON WAS THE GREAT DAY!

THE ENEMIES WERE CLOSED, SAD CLOSE OF BLOOD
NOISE OF BONES THAT BREAK SEPARATELY...
FIRES WERE COMING FROM WHOLE WHERE...
THE SMELL OF ROTTEN MEAT...
THE DEATH WAS IN THE PRESENT AIR...

ME FOUGHT UNTIL THE LAST AUTUMN OF BODY...
IT WAS THE PROPHECY THAT WAS MATERIALIZED
CROW WAS GAIA... HER BLOOD WAS IT OVERFLOWED IN THE EARTH

BLACK HAIR THAT CONFUSES WITH THE WINGS OF A CROW THAT THE BLACK SOVEREIGN REIGNED

“I DIED AS SOLDIER HE/SHE HAS TO DIE
I DON'T HAVE DOUBTS IT WAS NECESSARY
THAT WAS MY DESTINY...
I DON'T HAVE DOUBTS... ON MY DESTINY... IT WAS MY DESTINY”

BLACK HAIR THAT CONFUSES WITH THE WINGS OF A CROW THAT THE BLACK SOVEREIGN REIGNED

... NOW A TRIP ONLY SUBMERGES IN MEMORIES.

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