19 October 2012
Slowly creeping. Slightly creepy. The dead is nigh. Black, turns the sky. People fearing for their lives. Slowly tremble, as they cry.
The tall men come. One by two. They will slowly devourer you. Their faces blank, with no expressions. In their suits they do look dashing.
Story of old, protect us know. Warning us of how they plough, The souls of those you have left us know.
The slender men. From Germany, they come. Crawling from Der Schwarzwald Over us, they stand so tall...
Der Großmann • Opuss № I