The brazen light bleeds in the black pitch of memory The cold tear the loneliness of the ocean
Through the petals threaten the nocturnal breath of forest The rain listen to the spirit of the mist and mechanices the bitter sensation of the winter
The wind naked Once we find the keys to decipher the river but that is not easy
I still awaiting the morning full of absence I still screaming in the night near to the border of the past and I don´t have nothing to lose
From this lands I gaze at the distance of the empty vastness of the storm and the scream of silent hawks smell as the death amongst the black flowers of cold
I lie here near the indifference emotive of the turbid water The morning fog talk in my name
In the name of the time I invoke the nightspirit and under the sign of the forest appear my enigmatic steps
Nothing can save me from the ancient failure even from wet dream of the night dew
I have found all secrets that the ocean could offer me between my hands I lost the nectar of spring and the answer of the unknown tree