Evemaster

Hear the thunder rising - clouds gather in the sky Hear the wind whisper my name - the wind and pouring rain The autumn thunder roars in the north - darkness falls down from the sky My very soul wanders free in the woods - I hear the whispering voice

First rays of the new rising sun burn my eyes* Sweating and trembling, lying on my bed What are these dreams of decadence? Flashes from the past or future visions? I cannot really understand Feels like I'm awake even I know I'm sleep The dawning of t