...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...