Morbid Fascination Of Death - Carpathian Forest

Lifeless landscapes

Dead trees up in the hills

Pure autumn bliss

In cold November

On a night of gusting wind

Clouds came down — down

Together we were beasts

We lay in the cold dusk —

Of his negligence

In the mist of the turmoil

Frozen heart

Beast of winter

Mental frost

Beast of winter

Mental frost