Shivering beyond destiny's warm hand
On revolving globe, losing my balance.
winds of words destroy our land;
To myths of truth man devotes his talents.
Ancient statuettes under western sun
Gleam visions from youth forgotten to age.
under harsh day's light, spun
To mem'ry's ashes, divided in rage.
Mistakes of summer serve but to remind
Winter's night's crescent scything the sky, that
the horizon, we leave behind
Pieces of pasts lost in mortal combat.
Stranger's touch saved me from oblivion;
Divined gold from this heart obsidian.