This Seems True

"The mind is it's own place, and it itself, Can make a heav'n of hell, or a hell of heav'm" Milton.

Always

It is always Hallow'en- the viel between the living and the dead is perminently transparent.

Song to Baldar

Baldar- for whom all things wept,
Is not lost, but is kept,
Under, in a harsh, froozen land,
On iron throne, sword in hand,
Baldar- whom all men love,
One day shall rise above.

Photos from The Nam