AntHill - IV Level - The Corridor of invocatory hands | Текст песни

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• IV Level - The Corridor of invocatory hands

To spin the wheel following illusory picture of the lost past that envelope its mind with an obscure veil. Unconscious running with closed eyes is the movement on the one place. Every try to stop the running leads to a falling - the wheel spins by itself and it doesn’t let the creature to slow down until it shake the veil off. And the wheel stops. As if it was the second birth the humanoid had no desires or habits and it came down from the wheel with ease. Long corridor with many red carpets and hands, that jut out from the opened doors and entice to inside. The creature was befuddled by invocatory hands and visited the rooms, in which it was becoming a slave of the someone's spinning wheel, again and again.

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