Signs - Aes Dana

A winding path in a quiet and cold storm

It ascents higher and higher to an abyssal summit

Abrupt ravines where sink the grounded souls

The spirits tortured by the fire, the blood, the desire

The dishannonic and intoxicating music of the impious cries

The chorus of a dark etemal church

The love which dies in a nauseous rale

Vomiting her last sweetness in a melodic and proud crescendo

Led through the transparent and fantastic colours

The priest hears his last prayer

Under the broken vault of this stonework which vibrates into

What it Is Not And Will Soon No More BE

Insufflating him its dying fluid

Which curdles under the rhythm of the requiem

The piercing screams are at the apogee

The fusion of the universe implodes under the pressure of the tears

The howls are near

I feel her breath beneath the trees

And let me lay on the damp grey grass

Her perfume is sinking into and I indulge