Permafrost Hollows i'm watchin' the phone ring; it's making me angry

The wraith is full of hidden tunnels, locked doors and barcades. Kratos rips at them, picks the lock and tends to have no manners when it comes to entering the home, tossing shoes off and collapsing on the couch as if it is no big deal. Maybe that is part of the reason why it becomes easy; weakness isn’t something to fear, nor is it a flaw in pale gold eyes.
The breathy words that fall from the silver’s lips are foregin and unknown, but the feeling they cast is unmistakable.