The faces of your mother The faces of father and your daughter Lost The promise of tomorrow will only End in sorrow, endless sorrow Lost. Dwarfed by giants Silent fathers of the grove Streams of light Following our gestures At treacherous heights Lost. Dwarfed by giants Silent fathers of the grove Unobsequious night follows Blowing a wind note A century of blasphemers. Streams of light Remind of pastures From a different time Carefully watching you Open and close your eyes A moment of tensionless Quiet and lucid times I closely follow you Wandering through the vines Tracking your every move Resisting the crooked lines Straining to see you now A stand of a different kind Darkness descends on me Searching for all the signs Blistering open wounds These are the sacred shrines I fall in a shallow stream Stinging and burning Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Alone and I lost my way Savage and ravenous Asleep in the towering woods Bleeding from every pore Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it Falling right through it