Under snow, leaves
The shadows of crosses
don't know time
Byond the border of mundane being
In the beauty of natural
Here the mystic is not a hidden face
Behind a mask, of wonder and horror

Cold rain falls upon the marble
And fog embraces the black lake
Here the mystic is not a hidden face
Behind a mask, of wonder and horror

Withered flowers
No time
The inner light of astral forest
breathes with eternity...
... they feel it and see it
... drowned in the lake of marble crosses

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