The dance of mystik shadow

Finally, only few sunsets until we gather at the gates of dawn where the free spirits dwell.
Free and far away from the world of foul shitters and lifeless dross.
We raise our torches high to those gods of wild raging thunder,

to thrust their daggers down in flesh and blood!

Here we go with the final Sorcerers upon the hill divine.

When de Sun goes down – Torches High
Lux Ex Tenebris
Wild Love and mystik Fiar

Funkenfluag Society
Lihta Moon Circle MMXXV