4 acessos
Rotten scent of day's colours
When you had stopped they had flowed for you
Laughter and happiness of the mob
You don't want to understand
Passing years die in the pantheon of pain
Sunset will never end
The rise you will never see…
Hidden inside old trees
You isolated yourself from filth
Only cry of dark trees
Rise arms towards eternity
Walking, coming from the depths
Rocks you to sleep, unstoppably and slowly
Sounds of birds that dwelt here…
Nothing will match the pleasure of dusk
Night and silence will come
Silence which should not be interrupted
Essence of the blackness' depth cannot be broken