circles, not angles
darkness, the night, is solely what strangles
the souls of men, the children of sun;
into the halls of amenti i’ll run,
hold up the sphinx’s head with my ankh.
i long for atlantis, my dwelling which sank.
Luka.
darkness, the night, is solely what strangles
the souls of men, the children of sun;
into the halls of amenti i’ll run,
hold up the sphinx’s head with my ankh.
i long for atlantis, my dwelling which sank.
Luka.