Conscious Burning

Through thousands of invisible lakes

The power of cold possesses the mind

Only brave one knows and hears

Never feeling the time.

Breaking the edge, he is driven be power,

Burning his skin, his heart and his soul.

Pain, enforcing his efforts,

Memory of crystal pieces

And long dreamsome night.

Brains working without tiredness,

Looking for the edged wiped off.

The wind blows off the pain of the trees,

The howl of a beast and the beat of a heart.

The power of cold covers the ground

Helplessly wood bows the branches

Falling deeply asleep

And helplessly flame is fading away.