Kathaarsys Perennial Forest Of Winter
I feel cold near to bleeding mirror of winter
The evening rain has turned our land in death
The vastness of deep forest knows the nectar
ethereal of human couse
One of the many faces of the god Pan
is the rotten water in my hands
She has the essence of wolf
in the eye of the hunter
The autumn hides
the lost spring in the wintry storm
and the birthplace of knowledge
over the flock of ravens
The messiah watches me
and watches firmly the abyss
We have known the limits of the iced earth
for know the garden of the trees high
we need the affinity leper of time
Today appears the shadow discreet of death,
amongst the mountains,the silhouette of the clarity
I lose the feel of he soul
and the taste sour of my arms amongst the hay
that which once we recall
Has lost in the perennial empty of spring
I feel the coldness of the storm
and the pain of harvest in my steps
Orion watches us
from the sentinels of suffering