Некая баллада, на которую меня вдохновил мой мрачный проэкт по Art plastique.

Fordibben ways
Have led me through
Tha Darkest Realm of Lost and Dead

Through Time and Space
To find the Truth
A cround of thorns upon my head

Is palced
Disgace!
I've got so far away from home,
I roam
Alone
Deprived of life I'm used to waste.

All Bridges burn and none remains
I passed the point of no return.
I'm bound to float among these flames
To watch my bridges burn,
All built to burn.

Forgotten tales
Will not reveal
What layes beyond the Gates of Hell.

Thus Charon sails
And always will.
I'm not the last of those who felt

From grace
Amazed
To get so far away from home.
I roam
Alone
Deprived of life I'm used to waste.

All Bridges burn and none remains
I passed the point of no return.
The raver Styx is drawn in flames
To make my bridges burn,
All built to burn.