My mind's remains come to life again While ny sould awakes from my sence's Night But at once another dark's spreading around... To feel if I were a dead
The Night surrounds and closes inside... The woods' silence cries in my mind And a little light appears on the long dark road... Black trees around-
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the
[XXV. The origin of the Mayfair Witches] [By the letters of Petyr Van A., 1638] From that crazy night I never forget my love Before he pile of logs
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God Truth dies in the dying shout, Crying kisses or killer's hands And the glory grows on glorious heads... This
waiting Inside these walls my hunger sating... Thrill waits to be blazed, flames up Life's immense current stops The fate of you-I make it your face
