Zerkalo

From the labdanum's sweet embrace
To the sadness healing grace
In this bed, the devil sleeps,
And in his rest, all reason weeps.

Snow falls softly - like tears,
on this cold winter night.
I am lost, but not alone.
I'll find my way, my way back home.
(...)

Here - where carnal pleasures take their flight, Amidst the sea, the blossoms and the orange trees, We indulge in sins with careless ease.

Raw Gold is the alchemy of beauty raging and shining against the passing of time.

Psychostasia, life, death and rebirth in a leathery, smoky, opulent, journey to the darkness of the underworld. A masterpiece for the ages!