The Garden Of Fallen Angels

The cold makes it of my side
The Prelude is just a looser
The poesy in the dance of angels
The light is finished in the valleys’ garden

A mystic fog reveals your enchants
In the hell is enchanted your destination
In silent tears here my existence
Suddenly for between the eyes

The Intent attempt of scars
The destiny to you is walk the darkness
In front this lake the mirror is tenebrous
I feel in moment the mysterious flying of the nocturnal dance
And the vision not is real overshadowed my desire
Of the wisdom and the reality

The old man of the universe
Promising in the search of the extinguish of intelligence
The forget human of the secret and that conduct
Is the knowledge of the universe