'It reminds me of the dark days.
When the whispering were loud in the waves.
Everyone with there faces down to the base.
Hoping for you just to be safe.
As you traveled through darkness.
I fear you may find yourself alone in idleness.
Those paths you traveled with the secrets in your heart you seal.
With the burden on your shoulders weighed, with the pain you deal.
You abide there in the depth of darkness eternally.
Feeding all of your demons with blood frequently.
All those gathering holders prayed for light.
From the gloomy clouds filling their sight.
So we Prayed to the only lord, which was unseen.
He was with us in gloomy crypt, he was always been.
As we sang of the worst ordeal, which we deal.
All those throngs of those crimson roses we feel.
All those emptiness making us to feel hallow.
We blinded to the truth of the deepest gallow.
Of those bows filling the puzzle of our body.
With the silince we scream to the blood sloppy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem