Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground. I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound... A village old, pillaged and raped, houses rotten or burnt
a presence of evil, a silent sound. An evil place once lovely and fair. Itis gardens are grey, sad voices of despair. A village old, pillaged and raped
Превод: Mortiis. Един стар и изнасилена село.
Превод: Mortiis. (Покрай) Един стар и изнасилена село.