The cold makes it of my side

The Prelude is just a looser

The poesy in the dance of angels

The light is finished in the valleys' garden

A mystic fog reveals your enchants

In the hell is enchanted your destination

In silent tears here my existence

Suddenly for between the eyes

The Intent attempt of scars

The destiny to you is walk the darkness

In front this lake the mirror is tenebrous

I feel in moment the mysterious flying of the nocturnal dance

And the vision not is real overshadowed my desire

Of the wisdom and the reality

The old man of the universe

Promising in the search of the extinguish of intelligence

The forget human of the secret and that conduct

Is the knowledge of the universe