I can see with the eyes... Of the forgotten ghost they are horified with icons of old gods they pray for their strenght they are in my visions... I've searched since the birth of man the things I have seen in my visions visions of things to come wings falling from above... They are in my visions... I see myself torture... Torture... By who am I controlled? The visions cannot tell shall I suffer alone? Or am I against me in war? With gray shadows from his era I felt I was the symbolic torture in the place no one ever came only the visions I saw