...Streams flowed, creeping (forth) into the dark... Upon the Pathway, transformed their patterns Seductive to the shadows with a scent And crimson haze of the oblivion ... To walk in blood... to step a blood... Am I chose Pathway? A distant river bring the streams of ash, And dust - is river's foam... A dust of life, of time and death. Towards it's shores - walk in blood... And step upon the blood ... I chose the Pathway Dark!