to renounce our faith,
opens a thousand doors...
your every thought perishes,
the inmost soul crying for its existence...
like a sealed coffin,
the winged angel staring down,
sublime beauty hides the mystery of love...
don't speak of the cure,
when your pain is blooming, full of essence,
the light that revives your shadow,
will show you heaven...
the wind is ecstacy,
it is the silenced patience that saddled you...
let the glory of reality pacify you...