requiem of love (w/ strings)

This soul that was a god’s hot prison cell,
veins that with liquid humors fueled such fire,
marrows that flamed in glory as I strove
shall quit the flesh, but never their desire.
They shall be ash. That ash will feel as well.
Dust they shall be. That dust will be in love.

Quevedo, F. de. Amor constante más allá de la muerte.

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This is my thanks for the 1k subscribers. I hope you liked it... It's the first piece of mine that has made me cry, I guess that's a good sign :')

this is not part of the story video series, so it won't be on spotify so soon... :/

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