The darkness of the night

involves me.

The night curse

seems to burn.

A rotted discloser

and I profane course.

The messengers come

to flood

us of wisdom.

The closed eyes

and the last symphony.

The tears play your lips.

The largest smile happens and the fire

goes down with your immortal

navigators

of the edge

of the Vital.

I will return without fights.

Because your children

will bring you to me.

I will Say all

that the verat exists.

Now him

comes back ruler the speed

of your dream.