in midnight fullmoon…kill… once upon a blue river, that had streets of gold and crystals, there was all life, everything for a long time was peace, death and crying, they didn't whip plebeians, sadness and pain, peasants never felt, great river rose another 30, darkness took over garden after worshipers arrived, however will see face of my almighty master, for a long time they didn't see day here, tears echo all feel pain, they saw eyes of valak and were finally touched, in deep and empty depths dungeon, listening to beating of gargoyles wings outside decrepit castle, all nations that carried war, their gates were closed keeping saxons in captivity, city taken by sin, destroyed walls like that jericho, you can see chaos and destruction, witches bewitching and cursing poor village, while clergy swimming on mud of sin judging sinners, healers separating hierarchical plebeians, turned into dust followed by will of entity, some dead wizards, vulture-hunters reign through cross of st. peter at top of inverted pentacle, as long as fog of wraiths landscape be real and rains, ravens, raves, thunderstorms, lightnings overwhelm.