Are wings in death so often grown
That they could be a part of me?
Lend me love in misery
And you can call my heart a home.
Know elder Gods are fallen here
In graveyards lost to rising dust
Find yourself the one you trust
And never trust in fear.
Walk the path to wisdoms door
As Wisdom blooms in melody
It makes me smile - sweet ecstasy
I could never ask for more
Waves of crimson anguish rise
Leaving me a ruined state
Could this be my fate - too late!
I no longer walk beneath the sky
So dance a dance of fallen cheer
Dance a dance of harmony
Dance with me - sing melody
We shall dance the falling year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem