To see the wasteland beyond the time And ravine of names, That pull you down with those who fell asleep before the nightfall Through the corridors, the pattern of the vicious walls All the doors are hiding the path in your first dream
There is a door beyond a door There is no answer to the question We follow the red thread of the blood Trying to find the clue Continuing the fall Into the depths of dreams - labyrinth One destination For all, and break the chain
Wandering fire In the unconnected streetlines And my distorted face In a reflection on the puddle Inflorescence of silence is flashing with the stars in the sky, beyond the faded depth. And ashes, falling down on me like snow The steps are so heavy, walking upwind The lights grow cold Beyond the ruins of houses Adjust stone, and the chilling crest of flame is touching, is caressing them The inscribed signs The fire smokes, erasing the sense Until it's pitch black and silence Screaming and deafening And my distorted face On a reflection on a puddle
Flaccid sparkles of life are dying out In the darkness with languor on the verge The souls are smoldering in labyrinths In the delirium of lost truth The sense is guiding through the net of corridors Until the bottom of the longed-for delusions The pain is forgotten, the dreams are washed away The gaze has stopped at the closed doors.