Love... Blood... & Eternity (irreme Abilis Unda)

Passion... some secret force

a scream or horro like a wild flower

in a hoodwinked Devil's hand...

The breath of wind chasing o being of

original love, of original faith

in the immortality of human soul and its infiteness.

Passion... the last proof of the truth

in the hand of an imprisoned man.

Just only a while...

the last breath...

I've heard!

The heavently moan groans with the echo of delighted hearts,

the nocturnal suffering tornished with disappointed madmans blood

Then there was only silence...

...and sadness of the stony faith pierced with the TREASON dagger

and only the time did stop for a while, a little stupefied and dumbly

ravished

blew

another

candle...