Discovering of bear's skull
Close to the birch cemetary
The running blood of death

Prologoue is forbiden -
In those dark wetlands

Straight into losing of life
The white trees are dying

I find it path
Around the blood

Decomposted flesh
Pure - rotten - fresh

The cursed wetlands in fog
Constant
Unknown echoing soundscape

I am digging into myself
Injections

I am looking into myself
Projections

I am screaming into myself
Rejections