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Sopor Aeternus La Chambre D Echo

We are entering the operation theatre of the ramiliar morgue: the student nurses are making a lot of noise, their voices echo from the bare tiles walls

: [Schwarzer Drache mischt einen Sturm] "...Armes, Dunkles Wolkenkind, hast Dich erneut in Sturm gehullt, im fadenschein'gen Pechgewand Dich selbst

: The boy took a stroll the shores of the well-constructed brook, carefully climbed a waterfall, built of smiprecious rock...- and gazed at the crystal

: The old monk of a womewhat Thelemite, or "crow"-related order dressed in a torn, old grown of jute, had been locked up in a tiny box inside a wall

: When the old ghost of suicide creeps slowly back into your mind, then everything is bleak and blurred ... - down here in the short-sighted world. Yet

house for most of his life, and I wouldn't be suprised, If he had died the same day they put him in a room with the people he'd never seem before. He

: After the boy had taken a walk with his dear - deceased - Grandmother, his feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church, wich was giving quite