For The Twentieth Time The Leaves Fell To The Ground

I gaze to reflections made by the flames.
So silent they are...yet I can hear their dance.
Higher force or a power unknown...
Surrounded by all there is yet forever so alone.

Chained to the world of dreams
in space of grief and memories.
Yet I wonder is this my destiny,
the unchanged future...infinity.

"Minä olen Perkeleen nyrkki!"

"On aika ympäriltämme pysähtynyt,
viimeisen kerran lyönyt kello.
Seuraan varjoa savun etsien,
kahdeksatta huonetta tyhjyyden.
On kaikki kirjoitettu unohduksen musteella,
heijastus täydellisyyden tuhansina paloina."

Birds of prey, beasts and serpents...
All who breathe the hate, witness and grant.
...and for the twentieth time the leaves fell to the ground.

Higher emptiness...the strength of mine.
Grant the years, grant the endless chalice of wine.
...and for the twentieth time the leaves fell to the ground.

For the twentieth time the leaves fell to the ground.

Most purest angel smiling with eyes of demon.
Do I find my peace with war within...