

«There are hundreds of thousands of rooms in my head and there are drafts and shadows walking through them My memories are a gloomy pool, where fireflies of visions flicker in the darkness Somewhere in there, I'm hiding what I'm most afraid of in the world»
And a hoarse moan and a heart-rending scream, and the flights of owls and that creepy trip And an altar that makes you shudder, and a knife that's sharper than a dozen razors
Hooded figures on the edges of the clearing and in the cloudy sky of the stars of the pleiades And a whistling whisper that will penetrate your skull, saturating your consciousness with sweet poison