The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
The romance of the apocalypse. the end of the worldThe romance of the Apocalypse. The end of the world
The wolf of the industrial zone, the warrior of the urban slumsThe wolf of the industrial zone, the warrior of the urban slums
An archer in a hat and armor on the background of a fantastic landscapeAn archer in a hat and armor on the background of a fantastic landscape