A beautiful overwrought of the (Do you remember, lying in a nightmare, fear drained out in the clutch of doom when half-obscured by phantom clouds, caught a trace of the past, like a phase of the moon A banquet of souls were gathered for the harvest, fresh laid out at the crack of dawn while over the hills of the sovereign sworn, lies the desolation of the Locust Swarm Skeleton figures, drifting on vapors, shadow the witch when she enters your tomb to summon you back beyond the graves, ancient crypts of Centari ruin Repeated words invoke her curse, like a vile plague of a promise sworn seek salvation, her rage is screaming for the resurrection of the Locust Swarm:1.3), by (Slawomir Maniak and sparth:0.8), (Veduta and Chiaroscuro:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting