In a winter morning

between fantasy and clear winter sky my heart is floating quiet
Under the sheet here... she is my everything like a morning star
woven together for eternity for our love is a candle burns... high

truth

Only Artist can speaks with lies to tell the truth, and sometimes the most important person in our life we just knew nothing about him.

the sword of dark sorrow

Patiently we shed tears of blood to feeds those humming soils by which this forest is deeply rooted. So full of.... Fear, Loneliness, Resentment, sickness and anger,
their hearts burn with flames, their minds reverberate without sound, leaves us within a forest of pain with trees that swallow our souls and the innocence of our morality, to replaced by the silence of tomorrow where the words only will have its meaning in the ears of the listener,