There had winds arise
They made clouds so dark
In the storm-sky

In the black mirk

Then they had stripped up

Drowsy fields of grass
And prophetic stars
Fall from sky


Open to me gates
Let me know the secrets

Or will weakly fall
Three of Universe


Waiting is my life
Under snow of ash
Like this blood red

River my flow



Veiled dream prophetic
Will occurs like shadow
In the abysstime

It will vanish from the life

I see blood

On the grass
I see blood
In the blaze


There had winds arise
They made clouds so dark

In the storm-sky
In the black mirk


Then they had strip up
Drowsy fields of grass
And prophetic stars

Fall from sky