...To the pagan winds of the mist.

Being born of a new victim

If you allowed yourself to see what I feel...
and although you could see it, you would not have words
To describe it. and I will only say that
In my desolation you can see mee...
So only see the pain in my eyes:
so only hear my forlorn supplication
It is something that I take inside,
something that you can only feel
A silent word that you cannot hear.
A light of darkness that you cannot see.

It's a single hate decaying passionately...
anguish that dominates the oceans...
that pre-creates the chaos of the sotrm...
silently, in the mirror of death I let you observe
A blured reflection which you can feel but nobody sees
I see the sky and I get lost in him.
His flushed color is inflamed
setting on fire my eyes from inside,
condemning my vision... only keeping the feeling which,
who drives me to an enormous tree, fact until never not finishing...
I continure toward him, I observe to fall the ineffable rain,
The hate clamors mercy, the wind breaks the brancher that sustain...
the grief of the uncertainty.

Sadness that falls...in shape of rain

In his eyes the beginning
of every nigth prevails...

Postrated in their claws,
dying at his feet,
Possessed you are...
by that demon who governs you
Your fear feeds him.
While he enjoys your sickness.
Under his legions,
Enslaved and moribund...
You'll fall once and another time,
Like an offering more
Crossing remote times,
He comes to here...
Being your eternal sovereign,
you'll kiss the secret,
Who was revealed,
by the infinite wars,
were chosen forever,
In an oexorcism of death.

For the centuries to come... I'll be alone... Forever

Collapse, rottenness of walls, of bones
Always on the eaves of the same owl
Far... the same dog