I do profound the death,
Inside which it weakens me.
Not mine acting does it cause
..it is in fear.
But blindness thou see in every mortal -
Dreamlike thought,
Including in me.
Beheaded I am,
Greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being.
For a saviour of this soul
Had it even ever been ?
Thou all art but blind fruits, in mine created bowl;
Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh,
As stars have come old.
It Is a desolate night in me again,
So I was told.
Carried I did the shadow alone,
To these crystalmoors.
With a bare arm and drop of blood
..as I do recall.
My reasons for vast profoundness,
Are deepen far away.
By the shimmering light of the "ill-face"
I do stand pale and tall...
Wandering about in darkness questioning myself
Was there ever a day at all ?
Music: Azhemin
Lyrics: T. Mäensivu
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