Lost Threads

Sometimes I feel myself living at the back of beyond

Beyond the light, beyond the reason

When nerves do not feel the rush of the wind

When the rustle of grass can't be heard.

Worms gnaw my skin,

Worms gnaw my soul.

Roots covers my members

And pull me in depths of the womb of the Earth.

Dawn is openings the gates of life,

Opening the heights of barrows

Dawn is openings the gates of life,

Revealing secrets of the wood.

The face of an idol in the reflections of the light

Plunging into shadow and cold

Leaving for eternity and oblivion.