(There is a) strange quiet in crowns of trees
Only raindrops break the silence
Beauty of naked fairies

In the darkness of infernal dance

Those touches of their lips

And bodies luring you
But you feel like
A prisoner nailed to stones


There's black heaven and red sun over my head...


Horizon is gray in the garden of thorns
In this nameless time, with ruins of hopes
(Melting in the) rivers of oblivion, forgotten by the time

Is this insanity? Slave of the suffering...

I am the fallen angel

And my wings are dead
Blood flowers of this darkness
Fall to my palms


My bride is flying there
As a black orchid she looks

Raven, what can I feel?
Oblivion of times?


Horizon is...