The Hermetic Lion

We look at this cemetery a trace , a sign of the lion.
His claws and fangs of wind dig into your Darkness...

And his terrible pride does not make you think about death or the hollowness around these creepy forests...

Look at the moon, look into his eyes, ride his fire, ride his fire...

Nobody save me, nobody save you, nobody loves for someone, no body dies for someone...

His claws are hurting the air, searching for a monent to cry, to hide your heart in jungles of shadows...

 

Pride will take any beast down including man

Stopping by to drop a friendly hello,