Opera

Trapped by a ripped sky

obscure supreme of my existence

...lying in a cold stone

I feel the frost in my veins

I see the external mist

rising from the frozen lake

An ancient claw is tearing the dark wellkin

by winds the earth is raised

Beyond my eyes towers of fallen stars

coming of dominus herald

Lands of forgotten sorrow

will be reborn upon this world

In this sight I find my call conquered by these visions

I feel omnipotence

Dark... will strike my sensations

We will soon be wrapped in obscurity

Smooth path strewn with flowers

The pale sun does his vain ritet

The pale sun does his vain rite

Shadows become longer

Reflections of a dying light go away

Ye veiled moon appears

Queen of Tides

Radiate my soul

of your undying power

Trapped...

Let me enter your dreams

Let me corrupt your heart

Draw your essence from me

and you will be one thing with eternities

...is tearing the dark welkin...

And snow covers branches of ancient woods

Silent observers of hidden events

annihilating each glimmer of life

making eternal space and time