I drown in bloody hands

as I bury the withers of human kind



Cold but fluid the spiral stygian tears

The birds once wept in waters still blind

Sombre the spectrum glows in the snow

Nothing but dust bleeds on your shoulders



Thine bizzare twilight - still asleep

but crimson scars echoes through silver seas



Unending - Still your God -

uncertainly expands your tears



Dead rain falls unto saphire chair

Standing on horizon like tears in God

Dream in cold embrace - Desire what will be

Clouds in spirits of aeons drown in thy last breath



I drown in bloody hands

as I bury the withers of human kind



The sun crimson explores

me in mourning of her depature gold

The divine kind that drowns

in second art surrounds me

The horizon bleeds, the sun is dead

and still the ATLANTIS cries