From the grave

My cross from Fenrir Ro, Kiel Lore from Massaraksh guild.
Well, once I went to the Somatology Laboratory, listening "From the grave" and... hello, muse!

"It was musty, air smell death. Now I didn't have a single idea how to get out from there... alive. All potions are over, bleeding wound on the side. I was in hell. On hands parched blood of one who was as two drops of water like me"...

..."They protect each other. Themselves. All that they had - they are. Of course they don't want to die! And all that remains to them - apply preventive strikes, driving fools like me. That's true. But I can't die here, even if they are right. Someone will be too bad if I stay among them colorless shadow."