The procession of what was becomes the now is in its ghastly apparitional vestiges to sing songs of lament and sorrow. Those dyschordiant chimes of a time more of shadow than substance and being. The lashing of chords somber and melancholic giving forth their unwarming heat from a long dead fire of shadows.
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