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Bloody Poem / Press

“She was the glare that cleaved the darkness, the twinkling Moon in the gloomiest nights. He was the quiet silence, the fog that encircled his beloved light. The spring resided eternally in us while our laugh spreaded in air and our fresh sighs converged. However, the world altered us, sorrow after sorrow, wound after wound. The Sun didn't arise any more and the chill winter eclipsed our hearts. In the shadow now we live, wraiths thereof we were, waiting to revive and to fulfill our vengeance. Come to us, come! Young or ancient, innocent or sinner, our music, our charm will seize you. And then, your will be the choise, if love us or deny us. But be careful: forgiveness didn't subsist in the heart of a monster. We are devils with eyes and hands of angels, we can compose an enchanted melody and subvert it in an infernal symphony.”