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With your hands playing in my body, with my mouth playing in your skin, we are two feeling us one, we are two playing the role, of children discovering anxieties, anxieties to do it again… Inevitable desires, caresses until the pleasure, indecipherable sighs, and difficult to understand, that fast of the soul to the body, that easy to return again, that simple to love to us as much, if they could understand, that it is virtue more than an enchantment, that is love more than the pleasure…

"At the court of king Chaos only blood
can write its own tragedy..."

Mighty warriors from the silver hills
march, all led by golden winds
Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
run through the last snow

He's now coming from the middle lands
handling proud his magic sword
Glory, pride and honor ride with him
Burns the flame of north

They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
not so far from Ancelot
In the temple of the fallen one
their hope will be born...

Born from the ashes of