And in my eyes sleeps your shadow and in my veins I'm closer than you beliefed for just a moment in a frenzy of clearness...
I've lost my fear of the language in the dream of the unborn, I'm captured in my heart, where's nothing left but you...
In the silence of a war was nothing left than the blank bones of a doubt, the blank bones of a doubt...
The discouraged warrior has searched for your name...
A dying lie in a milkwhite light...
The memory of the dying one was the world in a cage, was a gentle bite, but deep as the sea...
In the sparkling emptyness of my memory I count the days to you... (Centuries)...
In the sparkling emptyness of my memory I count the days to you, liquid as the night... Confessions