When life has ceased,
when the termination of the traditional spirit
and catastrophic barbaric desolations
surrounds the core of my linear cold menace,
feeling the power and reflection
of the inner winter which is always present
in this cosmic landscapes of sorrow.
Are the winds and whispers
ashes of an ancient memory
which tries to release
the thousand pictures of agony?
(that lies dormant in the rustand and frost of my cosmos within...)
Shattered and deceassed all the once bright possessions,
that lead this strangeland are now just a feeble flame in my soul...
when the termination of the traditional spirit
and catastrophic barbaric desolations
surrounds the core of my linear cold menace,
feeling the power and reflection
of the inner winter which is always present
in this cosmic landscapes of sorrow.
Are the winds and whispers
ashes of an ancient memory
which tries to release
the thousand pictures of agony?
(that lies dormant in the rustand and frost of my cosmos within...)
Shattered and deceassed all the once bright possessions,
that lead this strangeland are now just a feeble flame in my soul...