1. POEMS OF A ROOTED BLADE

The cold forest that surrounds me
The fog descends into this forgotten realm
My breath frozen by the minute
Everything turns to death

So many tombs arise beneath these trees
A funeral melancholy sets here
As I am driven to strange places
Where sepulchral moons arise in desolation

The elder’s winds are blowing
The night profane misanthropy
Starts running into strange scars
That arise through my body

That doomed shadows from here are laughing
Tormenting me as I lay down
Toghether with my ancestors
I start to call for redemption, here…

Utopic epitaphs I read on the grey tombs
Sadness,madness all are here!
My death is real as its starts snowing
I am buried with all my fears in the ground.


2. OUTRO

(instrumental)


3. POSTLUDIUM

Awakened in the ashes of a life’s dream
Morbid colors reflected in vain
A trauma of a hope that never comes
An emtiness forever oresent in its genres

A dying thought forgotten in distress
But death comes with its full hope
I yell embraced by solitude
In a too long dream of great places

The fog of death coveres this places of solitude
Where there is no battle for hope
Straggling life wrath in mourning
That passes away, so away

We deserve no seromon for our choices
I remain in my loneliness
Trying to seek for my paths in this strange forest
All alone from my race…

As I die, my last breath
Is flying to the damned chambers of happiness


4. SYMBOLS COLLECTED WITHIN A TREE

Every tree is a tree
But sometimes this tree
Is a gate to ineffable time
Or to our lthe gate of the dead stoives

This tree could be the life itself
With old deserted branches
Or green and in power to progress
But maybe small and crushed

The indefinite symbols
Allegoric and taken by surprise
Stand in total blackness
Near the gate of the dead stones

We could say that evil hold
The key of this gate
Where the trees hold the absolute meaning
But of course we could be wrong…