A Monument to all your sins.
The tru7h is hazy, but we can all see it clearly.
There is much talk, and I have listened; through rock and metal and time. Now I will talk, and you shall listen. Do I take life or give it? Who is victim, and who is foe?
Eyes from Death's dream kingdom, appear as sunlight on a broken column. There, in Death's other kingdom, walking alone. Trembling lips form prayers to broken stone...