...The grief candle illumines my future
My sorrowful heart revivals for me
Wake up!
Dark winged queen of my sorrowful heart
...And became darkness of my light nights
Wake up and became my darkness tell the truth of lonely lightness.
I am living in the place
which my dreams are stoned by the witches
who are increasing on shadows of the hatred trees' leaves.
I am listening to tell of roses who are touching the thy wings.
King of thorns and his seven buffoons...