Rozelowe
Cryptic Carnage
A river cuts the land in half Each side of it equally beautiful Willows and oaks, rough and old They still hold the voices of birds A touch of green revives the nature And the sun brings back all living Spring has finally come Overhelming one with pleasure Seems as if the trees try to tell The stories they heared long ago Nothing has changed in 800 years Listen carefully for this is true...