The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
There are two cups and one glass with berries on the grass. there are strawberries in one bowl, raspberries in the other, and red currants in the glassThere are two cups and one glass with berries on the grass. There are strawberries in one bowl, raspberries in the other, and red currants in the glass
Vampires, the reincarnation of the soul in the darkVampires, the reincarnation of the soul in the dark
The umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the princeThe umbrella is burning, as the soul is burning in anticipation of the prince