Gods drink the wine of sorrow From the cup of regret. I can feel it and I swallow The bitter draff instead. I feel a great disgust.
All people are like dust. I’ll never be the brand in their promised land. I know this kingdom falls But a fragile rose Sprouts among the sins Among the gray ruins.
The taste of sorrow I sense Is the taste of lost innocence. The nature is mourning with me. My sister, you must be free.
Silent slaves In the caves They can’t see This splendid morning. Madmen haul The miracle. It’s the time of Straying heroes.
I’m walking to the solstice Through the twilight of sorrow…