Of trifles and solitudes the sun goes down Being profiled by dark narrow fissures As only water and the air can flow Until where the melted soul even dozes
Beyond the mist is where the past lies I remain there lost as an eternal flame
Beyond the mist is where the past lies I remain there lost as an eternal flame Flaming to the wind that drags every night The oblivion rain of the silent sky
…and I am lost in the soft suffering Where the souls dance and they fall under the sea Where all scars dry off with new tears I always die in the cold crowning of the night