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