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