From the Temples High

In the shores of void lays my dream

That avanced like the shadows

In the hungriest hearts

Of the darkest secrets

A flash darkens the light

My beloved forever denied

Under my thorned suspicion

Dressed in laments

Cried till becoming rivers

I wake under my own empire

A bloody crown of salt

At the new order arised

To be the stigma

The golden wings of first-born

Plated with dusk

On a withered throne

Raised where the circle excludes

The river follows it's course

Without rest in front of my stare

Always icy in me

Empty whisper

The question without tongue

Like a liying leaf

My beautiful cause

Rise me again

To look from below

And like a wave of tears

I'll desire again

I promise