"nothing" Vlander says as he drifts out of his day dreams
where has all the magic gone lost behind or lost along a victim of the pulse of our society don't you miss the ancient times the riddles and the subtle signs a relative perspective on reality I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon only creatures of the night all my demons cast a spell the souls of dusk rising from the ashes so the book of shadows tell the weak will always obey the master