Incubus, the

About the book:It was like a gloomy music coming from the age of pharaoh, full of dust of deep and dark cemetery of embalmed mummies where its silent reecho had been repeating on the eternal stones, or like the savage playing of Niro while looking at the burn of Rome by a lyre where a smell of slow burning could be smelt in an old night of the savage dark nights in the human bloody history.