Sharing weal and woe
life and death
Blood, killing, crosses, whispered prophecies
Pale face, elegant movements, walking in the dark
The vines of time cover the castle of memory, and sunshine has long become a luxury
My love, when will you remember the past and when will you meet me again in this place of sinking?
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