We start to fly
Then we fall on fear-thorns
Above the dormant cries
Death, silence (and after enthrone)!

Ancient Olds away,
Cordial Voids are now theirs home
The inexhaustible fields
And eternal lone wandering – forlorn!
There is no free will –
Prison of thy damn awareness
The Ember of greed
The dim veracity of vivid darkness

In hermit universe
We’re in thousand stars
In recluse dirty clouds
As a somberly depths, dismal chasms!

Sorrow, loneliness and coldest walls
Frightful rooms, corridors and halls
Sadness, rivers, black brainstorms
Throne of thorns, fear, then souldeform

As Lifeless stone to fail downwards
As Breathless corpse to sink in water
As Incorporeal petal to burn
To hide from blinding life

Angels falls, demons dies,
God in gloom, Satan cries
Devil’s tears, Darkness grief
And we lurks!

Dark mind, you hide
In this monastery
Of universal tide
From whom? (From itself?)
You shout, you die
In an agony,
In mad ecstasy
Of the solitude

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