I look in the mirror and what I can see
And there was war in heaven
Michael and his angels
Fought against
I'm walking into opaque nothingless
No one can save my return
Predition
Hot desire, staggering passion
Graving complection and pefection
Made us blind
Somnium timoris
Desiderum praeteritum
Maestitia praesentiae
Iced winds blow
Every night of my favor
Every night I'm gonna meet you
I
An old weak, grey man on the hill
Alone, sad he
I feel like a falling leaf
Departed from my source of
And there was war in heaven
Michael and his angels
Fought against
You, my allies concentrate!
Power of nature- storm and typhoon
Wind and
I see the horror day by day
Only the sight shudders