In this Wolf Hour, among the anxiety and calm, I lay among the bones... Thus I step now the path of Search in my dreams... Shall I behold the traces, shall I pass them forth? Or I remain (in) this pit forever cold? May pile of darkness bury me in hairs, And ghosts of abyss feast upon me... Thus, I begin my depthwards roam, The flare of sky shield, is not to seduce me... Into darkness, through weaves - that's my aspiration ... ...streams flowed from hands to the bones... I choose the dark paths...