Testi:
Chasm The Fading

Vast and decayed, mourners of faded aspirations upon the colossal halls of rotten tragic shadows, their inner essence and wisdom like a tornado over

burn, eternally... No reflections of my mind, reality is freezing this maze, where the universe is waiting as the stars are sleeping, I've chased a prediction

the full moon and the stars to work with Are you worth it? Are you worth it? 'Cause this could be it This could be it You're my shooting star don't fade