I wish I was a labyrinth consciously set on fire, never to be bored a second in my life

Blessed to reach the land

Self-cursed to sail a barely breathing wreckage through the sea of ruins and ash

Blessed to find the settlement...

...with roofless, idle pillars and walls encrusted with veins, with desolated signposts leading

To the very center of formlessness

Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes

Running with scissors - rusty and sharp

Through desolated arcades to kill our livid time, through halls of faceless monuments

Casting no shadows in greyness of polar nights

Like a corpse that breathes, a witness without eyes

Running with scissors - rusty and sharp

I wish I was the wind that blows around here, in the monumental halls painted verdigris

I wish I was the blood of its deepest vasculars and expanding cracks of the collapsed domes

I wish I was...

In love with the void, involved in the fall

Taking a step

Forward

In love with the void, veil cyan and cold

Mesmerised parade goes

Onwards

In love with the void, involved in the fall

Taking a step

Forward

In love with the void

That grows within the soul

Mesmerised parade goes

Onwards