1. THE BROKEN BRANCHES OF SENTIMENT

Do not fear of my insanity,
There is nothing but solitude with me.

Bloody tears are falling cold,
In the river saray slept alone.

Where you'll bring when you'll lost,
A purpost deep in your life.

Quiet, a gloom, creeping will be arrived.
Quiet, the night will be empty.

I curse the name of life.
Cause i am dead.
I tear my heart of sick.
I rend my all.

Forgotten words of a holy mass.
Forgotten songs of love.
Recollecting the blackest destruction.
Recollecting love's future and past.

I fear my sword of self-destruction.

I have seen a time,
Thousands of palpitant hearts stagnate,
By the sob of thousand dead doves.

How many stars are drowned in void?
And why the moon is flying deep?

What axe bearks the branches of sentiment?
'Till i tear my veins by that.

What plauge chaws the forest of love?
'Till i invite that in my eyes.

There is a torn forest of love in silence.
There is an oldness in my solitude.