Train Fire line above the endless crevasses.
He slides on rails rock
Built per mile Mountains Clay .
On a stone chair,
A man is prostrate,
His three hearts beat in perfect arrhythmia.
"Who are you? "
The man pulls his chair with difficulty.
The breath he gasped:
- Why are you asking me?
- You're the first traveler
- Since?
- Always!
As stunned by this sudden revelation,
He fell with his whole body
And three hearts s'emballèrent more beautiful.
He wanted to die but could not. He wanted
snatch his three hearts but could not.
Exhausted, he resigned himself to his unspeakable fate.
Thou the first traveler to Hell. Who are you to deserve this punishment?
- I am God.
- I understand, "replied the snake.
LeTrain Fire line above the endless crevasses.
He slides on rails rock
Built per mile Mountains Clay ...