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