Neverending Lust Of Inversion

A journey in a dream so clear
Frost and snowfall all around
Neverending lust of inversion of reality
I emigrated from inside the spoiled moments
Shameful mob that doesn't know the truth
Far from the virtues I had known
My scorn towards them reaches the clouds in which emptiness dwells
A dream of the realm of wisdom, where no traitor dwells
Over the mountains and thick mist
The smell of death lingers
I reach one hand up into the face of the clouds
And the other one towards the mountains…
I can't find the meaning!
Far into the depth of the heart of the being
Find the ashes of the ancestors,
Sprinkled like galactic dust
They pave the path of my existence and the wisdom of life
At the depths of night stars fall down
It's a sign for us to awake and walk the path paved by eternity