A spark of light in a strange Shape like the waves that surround the sight range A wounded collected echoes Among the Sharp mountains The wild star is the face That reveals the mask buried in the chosen place Weeping over our failure With deep silent scream A pa**age to the woods Through the freezing night Is waiting for you To come and bring the light Your mirror of the future Will reflect the past behind And the caves of both of them Will devote the secret demise Storm! My extreme restlessness Will suffocate my innocent mind