Lletres: Atanatos. Return Of The Witch.

Helpless she flies through the darkness over the abyss of her lost
thoughts.
In her mind, like the eternal fight between black water masses and
unholy
rocks, fight her deepest wishes against the endless sorrow. In her life
she
does not find the way out. In her dreams she lives in another world.
Through
the woods, the woods of eternity to the mountains of deliverance. Her
face,
her skin, her pale tremble skin are wet from the black tears they are
running
down. In front of her there stands a burning cross in an ocean of

candles.
The twitching lights reflect in her eyes. Now she has only one wish - to
die.
Imploring she falls down on her knees and cries out her fear. Her whole
body
trembles in the light of fire, her face is agonized by pain. Like
sustained
from a foreign power she is suspended into the flames. The body
cremates, the
soul is delivered. Her screams sound over the woods.