Sacred are their guns and machines, strong is their will and anger.

Furious is their leader, obliterative is their force.

But there is one thing they cant destroy, there is one thing that will cut through all of this, like a morning breeze washes away the nights shadows and mist.

It is my faith.

How many emotions are in this piece...

With this picture I want to give Sergals a little bit of the beauty and elegance back they seem to have lost through time, in many places.

Their rich and deep emotional capability is something that influences and speaks to me for a long time already, and there is much more like this in my head.

I've learned a lot, and there is much more to learn still, but with this, I seem to begin a new chapter, with this and everyone around who made it possible for me to reach this point.