*In that gothic church, which consiled death and doom, in that hostile and gloomy city hall, there was a beautiful woman illuminated by the moon, covering her face with a veil, that gothic nun, meeting her golden eyes, she smiled softly to comment to you.

Kalma: "Oh a visitor, welcome honored guest, be received by the long hands of finality, tell me what is a little moth flying into the flames of death, are you looking for something or your own end?"