Mystical windmill in the middle of a ghostly desert Yours is the silence that enchants me and the depths that choke my miserable life When finally Death came, I turned into light.
Hear the Silence and you will enter the ancient windmill Stand still and pray for the raging storms to come Stay thoughtless and the last walls before you will fall Hope that you will become an addict from this moment.
Raging storms ruined the sacred roof above me Truth was heavily pouring down on me These were the hottest waters merging in the brightest fire Fibers of emptiness weaved into an entity
Mystical windmill in the middle of a desert Yours is the Silence that enchants me Birds in my eyes, deserts in my mind, Oceans in my heart, heavens in my soul..
An entity that served as my only clothing So beatified by the motionless existence I could not stand it any more, So just found myself for the first time..