In Articulo Mortis

Like autumnal leaf

Fragile and lonely

Like a pearl in the depth of ocean

Life appears

And yet, our dreams can be more powerful

Than titanic work of the gods...

What is the sunset

What is the blue sky

In comparison with the voice of conceptions

Born in esoteric rapture?!

What is the uncut diamond?!!

This is my world...our world

Here, only my tear is real sacrifice, my love

Damnation, oblivion...

Within the land of coldness, even glowing desire

Is the greatest gift of darkness

Darkness which people should known as light

I have seen the sunset painting in crimson

The firmament of heaven...

I mounted the top and looked down

At that damned emptiness

The space of my life filled with the

Song of love

Behind me only bitterness and unfulfilment

Let the wind come to take me to the realm

Where memory does not exist!