A Redness behind the east crest
I Cherish the last rays of this mournful day
Night spirits are whispering truths
Lost chants about death and life.
I gaze this black eternity at my will
Inhale it to fulfil my lungs.
This night woodland is my home now,
I’ll enshrine it till the day I will breath no more.
“ …and so I gaze upon it all,
By my throne built from weakness.
I feel the soreness of my soul,
But I’ll stand there and wait ALONE.”