Golden Winds On Red Streams of Ocean Lightning

Golden Winds On Red Streams of Ocean Lightning

Thunder which is not heard

Rain which covers the underneath grounds

The creation of night

Image that transforms with gazing of sight

Leaves that break after they fall

With the sorrow at the broken skin

Abyss that is dark and moist

I travel where colours do not appear

I see the realm from where it stands on its own image of before

Through the gates, charms of howling sacrifices

Tortured from the soul that is not there

The warmth of the winter flame

Mesmerises the sleep mortal as the Golden Winds

Blue visions of protecting

Who's strength has not blossomed into a black powerful flower

Kingdom for blood that has shed blood

Grey nights surreal as the red stream

Of ocean lightning that surrounds it

Turmoil at the scales

Which it protects blackwinds hades of spirit

Music that mortifies every feeling of that I have always been

Guardian of the third night where Raven fly

To the greater form of evil

Red in my eyes

Closed as the being of not born in fire

Cathedral of light, which looks within itself

Before the dark it creates with its wing of serenity

Tide of towers, the gift of night

Ride the oceans of red tide

A vessel through the womb, it takes your orchard

Petals fall for the hunger

Sings of weeping light as it is swallowed by the mourning bells

Ancient unsilent.