A heathens lost city , old broken stone stretched across land that echoes screaming grief of living loved ones.Every soul that sinks bellow the posts of their death bed , will ring the broken bell of death . It’s ashy burnt rope that ties them to the floor of ancient freedom , it’s pale velvet tin walls travel to the floor of earth where the kneeling mourners cry to their saddened shoes . It’s inescapable stone pavement nettles the dead. When the bell rings with each frozen heart , it sings one most beautiful melody of peace and sobriety.

If only the emotional ones could hear the beautiful sonata of their heartbreakers serenity.

The death bells that rang

Throughout the distorted eve .