(You cannot hide from a grace already perceived that's a fierce grace indeed! and you cannot hide a tree this is growing valiantly stretching for the stars angels weep as they count your scars) These rivers of blood - Fields scorched to ask Lament of life: A love-song We all share our sorrows In light suspended... Smiling at the ever dying sun. Flakes of snow are melting On the top of your eyes; Shedding heaven's stars The tracks we left Almost buried now... This is a beautiful place! Here Cassiel wedded winter So man could grieve So man could see These trees are dark and old In solitude unified... Licking the ground, tasting the rough Cold wind, so man could breathe (There's no masquerade in your silence, just pages filled of Winter the seeds of ascendance are hiding... let's drench the hours!) These wastelands of dusk - Oceans bled and barren Lament of life: A love-song The only death awoken; A fear transcendence, Keeps us from the rapture of one And the blood of the sphere It emptied their mouths... Drowning the world Hammer me as pillars! Veiled from creation unchanging, Patching the holes and the cracks Tightening the rope around your necks And we see mankind aimlessly breeding. Desperately bleeding Erasing you, erasing me from here - So tired, so tired... I need to feel the freezing blue Leave me here! Let the coming of spring Carry me back to earth. Leave me here!