The grandeur of winter spread in the ground
Lifeless trees everlasting the sound
Summoning the plasma with the psalms of dark
Flames to burn from the inside of skies
Towards the sea
S of a concentration
Of fallen stars
Spiritual rituals to the undying light
As my spirit transcends into the never ending craving to be
Returning to the dark
Evolving countless times
The final dawn erases me
As my life fades towards itself
Sacrifices are made without lust
Roots are growing to become the dust
That glorifies the seal of landmarks
Ancient shadows that now must die
Memories crafted by the pioneers
I am the tool, I am the sphere
Remains of this world collide with the rain
Fallen mistakes that scramble in vain