The white forests covered with (a) crimson veil by the blood of the slayed angels who draw the Horizon's line,under this gray sky... The river flows frozen and colorless this pale day The wind brings a mourned song from my perennial pain The wolf's lurking with his bestial shadow and killing the innocence as a child who plays and during the end of evenfall the world will be set on flames... Then I saw a forgotten body with a lurid maimed face lost and cold,sad and old,dead,faded day by day... I wondered where it was from...May a fallen creature of the skies... and it's incense burned my flesh,while Hades countdown my burial time I'm strolling under the underworld,I'm a part of decay I can't feel the wind,see the sun or touch the rein... The lucid Dawn embrace my stone but my soul cries behind,a coursed protoplasm of the dark who had now nowhere to hide.....