Blight shade of the past
Ice needles
Corridors of destinies leading to anywhere
The girl plays in a room of sacrifice
Doors in the ground are opened
My face turns to a stone
That shade must be confronted i know
This memory of April snow
and veiled town
I know that this shadow covers
The hidden wisdom
That important, that I should know
The inner path which clear
Natural flowing as war, as violence
Force that i will join
Beyond funeral