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
Fears that devour the soul . the retinue is behind the tyrant's throneFears that devour the soul . The retinue is behind the tyrant's throne
The soul of a girl in a pink dress, calling her to the dark forestThe soul of a girl in a pink dress, calling her to the dark forest