Over the gray smoke fog
I caress this icy snow.
Among the statues of the nature I meet the destiny.
The first beams of light call the morning.
The green is a memory of trails seasons,
Rotten leaves carpet my path.

Explanation doesn't exist
All owe us to gather in a long prayer.
Among the clouds black light bounce,
They announce the arrival of the black army.
As in a funeral procession,
We greet what is not more terrestrial.

In the hills of the hate they burn our souls,
The wind of the distant mountains embrace us,
This long street doesn't have a way of return.
The whisper of the hate has forged us,
Caresses me now i am ready.

The flame burns above the monument of the nature,
In ecstasy of delirium we kneel there.
I cried so many times to his presence.

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