A glass of red wine ... a thin and pale light Painting formless shadows On the opaque walls of the coldest hall But there's no fire to warm us From the freezing winds ... that brings us the blame With shameless thoughts No one can hide from the bloody claws That amplify our pain Torment is just ... for those Who still among the living Only the...Learn More

Only a dead moon could see her When she came to the circular temples From cursed tribes ... of the women who choose their own fate Closer to the obscure pleasures And profane knowledges And no one saw her ... when she found his own tranquility Her secret name can be hearded For those who try to seek compassion In the silence of those who ignore...Learn More