(There is a) strange quiet in crowns of trees

Only raindrops break the silence

Beauty of naked fairies

In the darkness of infernal dance



Those touches of their lips

And bodies luring you

But you feel like

A prisoner nailed to stones



There's black heaven and red sun over my head...



Horizon is gray in the garden of thorns

In this nameless time, with ruins of hopes

(Melting in the) rivers of oblivion, forgotten by the time

Is this insanity? Slave of the suffering...



I am the fallen angel

And my wings are dead

Blood flowers of this darkness

Fall to my palms



My bride is flying there

As a black orchid she looks

Raven, what can I feel?

Oblivion of times?



Horizon is...