Gaia Flowered Mantle

Rustling into the fire of wood warm limbs lay weak on ground

Lighting up the night upon sepulchres will'-o -the -wisp

Towards the end a phantasmagoria

Of loosing thoughts as a fevered child

Roaming through blind emotions

Everyone waits his turn

While time falls from the green tree of life,

We are flaking as snow in the sun

Something blazes in the dry lands

Something takes away the cover of emptiness

Something survives the fear of dying

Gaia lays aside the dim light of her mantle

Weaving in the crossplay her archaic heavens

Embracing the souls of heroes

Gaia lays aside the dim light while we're returning

Reborning from ashes in her green and flowered mantle

Stolen to the death the deeds of heroes brightly survive