My True Home

My true home

Through the wasteland

Wickedness and solitude I flee

Through the rotten prophecies I flee

To my murky home I flee

To chilly walls and broken roots

I turn around chasing the illusion

I turn around to provoke you , to save a kiss at least ….

In the filthy lantern light my chains flashed

My fetters tightened close with your flames approach

Today, tomorrow or yesterday

I will be waiting here , flourishing

I’m here for further I can go no more

Here with the cross covered

With the burden captured I sleep

Sleep on a cold tomb , by the gods

People and dead metaphors

From the fear I flee to the fear

My crafty demon cut the umbilical cord

Through the world cemetery I flee

Through the people junk-yard I flee

Old skeletons , cold roots , I found the reflections

Empty lakes , I love on the bottom

It’s a dream so old , an eternal sound

Down the well lives the world

Through the glass you touch the years