The temperature sank below zero
And the seas became giant mirrors
And
Awake, lord of the watchtower-North
Earth is rising for thee
Euros, lord
One silver streak, and darkness is cut
When lines populate the
Flickering flames,
My luscious soul divest
The bitter kisses
In a deep astral
I follow the sun from a distance
I pass the shadows
Gathering the treasures of fields, forbidden fruit
With a tangible visions
The grating noise of horned owl emphasises the dark
My only
A dark wind blows a chill in his bones
As the
I see the sky when the clouds move aside
Here I
My eyes slowly close
The light shimmers away
It's the beginning of
Myths, legends, untold stories
Pass by like successive seasons
Mythical oaths,