the time acted, does not kill me yet .
while my eyes are wounded, my fresh blood flow.
children of the Father walking with the fallen angel
to the direction of the eternal death.
I look with far and I see
the spirit's tomb drawn up in the darkness.
the sky look at me while crying and smiling me
while in the shadows, a strange creature draws me towards it.
but Our Father had warned us...
it is so sad, so wounding,
will I survived still a long time before being aspired
by this black swirl?..
it's in this darkness that I walk
under the sun and the moon hidden by the strange animal...
not effect, the Father's light guides me, the Lamb is the lamp.
not light shines in the eyes,
blind of the heart are we,
lost heart have we, lost we are...
our refuge even become bloody
as a thorny rose...
I flee, I stumble, I run!
in you I take refuge , Lord ! Amen.