A farm beyond a field.

Stormy winds and dark brooding clouds

follow us around this path to adventure

at unknown places

Sharing our fantastic stories with the farmers

while sitting close to the heat of an open fire

Rustling trees telling us to hurry up, just one more mountain

then we can and will hear that familiar singing.


◄ Nightmare

Just a sentence from the great book of Black. ►


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