كلمات From the Temples High

From the Temples High In the shores of void lays my dream that avanced like the shadows in the hungriest hearts of the darkest secrets A flash darkens the light My beloved forever denied Under my thorned suspicion Dressed in laments Cried till becoming rivers I wake under my own empire A bloody crown of salt at the new order arised to be the stigma The golden wings of first-born Plated with dusk On a withered throne Raised where the circle excludes The river follows it's course without rest in front of my stare Always icy in me Empty whisper The question without tongue Like a liying leaf My beautiful cause rise me again to look from below And like a wave of tears I'll desire again I promise