Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground. I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound... A village old, pillaged and raped, houses rotten or burnt
a presence of evil, a silent sound. An evil place once lovely and fair. Itis gardens are grey, sad voices of despair. A village old, pillaged and raped
翻訳: Mortiis. 古いものと犯さ村.
翻訳: Mortiis. (渡し)旧市街とレイプ村.