A spark of light in a strange
Shape like the waves that surround the sight range
A wounded collected echoes
Among the
Sharp mountains
The wild star is the face
That reveals the mask buried in the chosen place
Weeping over our failure
With deep
silent scream
A passage to the woods
Through the freezing night
Is waiting for you
To come and bring the light
Your mirror
of the future
Will reflect the past behind
And the caves of both of them
Will devote the secret demise
Storm!
My extreme
restlessness
Will suffocate my innocent mind