What kind of picture did the wandering soul of the broken void see?
Is it the enchanting Mandala Shahua along the way, or is it the river of resentment that drowns thousands of souls?
Keep moving forward based on instinct from the bottom of your heart.
Who am I,
who am I,
Not important.
What's important is that
I will go to hell, hell is my destination.
In the depths, a huge black shadow was swept by death storms and floated in the sky.
They were not vampires in the dark night, covering the silent night sky with layers of terror.
That was not the evil black knight, cutting through the vast clouds with his piercing sword.
Those were wings, dark wings, like ferocious monsters, like screaming beasts.
The sad music drifts quietly away with the wind of forgetfulness blowing from the Styx Valley.
The sky is crying, the earth is ringing, and the wandering ghosts are singing high-pitched music to pay tribute to the fallen wings.
The song of death is accompanied by the dance of the devil, cold and gloomy, depressive and dull, attracting the scattered undead.