Woorden: Sopor Aeternus. Ehieh Ascher Ehieh. Freitod-Phantasien.

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Two half figures stand ashore
the darkest lake embraced by cold
veils of mist and icy breath
blows the leaves away...
And the old black trees spread their long dead arms.
As the souls of the dead call across the water
they both step down into the coldest depth...