The Sky

The Sky- Hevlaska

I feel the breeze of night, as love kiss

It touches my face, drying the tears that caused you me

And the blood draining not cause more pain

The homesickness of love that I did not have

Is the souvenir that you me left

This sigh of life remains that me,

It takes that me to become vacant for the souvenirs

And the tars that you play like thorns

Memories of hate and full of longing pain drill

That the nights brings the bloody moon

That the stars fall as balls of fire

Blaspheming for ages, I turned crossbow, I beast, I turned saint

The sky is falling and freeing the pleasures

as in the lost paradise.