Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music...
Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music...
We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.
So why must it wound him that the most despairing music is full of beauty Why must it hurt him and make him cynical and sad and untrusting.
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